Archive for February 2020
Lovers’ Quarrel
By Michael Zahn
The water never lies to me,
it slaps and pushes back.
I have to say its honesty
is an aphrodisiac
Candy Cane
By Michael Zahn
This little lake can take me
where no one else can go.
I kick and stroke and breathe and hope
and set my world aglow!
We meet again
By Michael Zahn
I want the lake to like me,
to share in my delight
to splash me back and tickle me
as we again unite
For the Love of Swimming
Go Gentle Into That Lake Cane
By Dr. Steven Newton
Though my friends say it’s insane
I am thankful for Lake Cane
I slip into the Dark Water
I rise with the Sun
Alone with my thoughts
Quietly aware of my fellow swimmers
I have braved the Alligator
I have faced the Brain-Eating Amoeba
My back bears the scars of the Shepherd Duck
The Fearful cannot catch their Breath
The Faithful Breath Slow and Easy
There is no stopping in Lake Cane to Rest
Lucky’s Lake makes Me My Best
I’m not looking for Immortal Fame
I’m just here for the License Plate Frame
Lake Of The Cane
By Laura Cole
Foul monsters and zombies do lie down beneath
But give you no mind dear, ‘tis all but a tease
The depths, the abyss, what is down in the deep?
Do come now, step in now, we’ll put you at ease
So sheepish step I, to that watery bog
My breath is now fainting, my legs are like logs
Swam I to the take, the return to the dock
But shadow, I glimpsed it, my heart it did pause!
What horrors! My mind shrieked, so quickened my pace
How foolish, oh death! Why swim I in this lake?
Then suddenly, glory, stare I it, in the face!
Restore now my steps to the friendly estate
Return, yes, shall I, til the succeeding day,
To battle the monsters of Lake of the Cane
My Life
By Michael Zahn
Smoothly, stroke by stroke in the dark,
swimming naked under the stars
the length of the lake
Water falls
By Po Nortcliff
Winters days are far away, and far away let them stay.
After spring does summer come, glaring heat and heavy sun.
Strong desire for rainfall, aquatic calls and water falls.
Wet our needs and those sewn seeds.
After rain, glaring sun, the chirp of birds, and rainbows come.
Glad we are and fresh again. More rain may come but who knows when.
Dry season soon and we shall learn. We need more water, less sunburn.
Lake Cane
By Liz Dillmann
Come one, come all
To the Lake as it calls
And swim with the rise of the sun
Swim fast, swim slow,
Just smile as you go
And bring your friends back for the fun.
Golden Mile Sunrise
By Katie Martin
Just some of the 300 competitors basking in the sunrise ahead of Lucky’s Golden Mile.
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