Lake Of The Woods

I enjoy reading other blogs, and I happened across this poem. It really is very good.

What was the time in OttawaWhen that boy ran full peltTowards a delapidated pier upon An icy lake to make his shapeWhere conifers colludedAnd memory occluded This day, it once occurred.Plenty (or was it a few) anglersIn lumberjack furs Dangling their linesIn holes through snowAs they blow in their hands And distances blurBetween water and […]

Lake Of The Woods

Author: EilidhGClark

Hi, I'm Eilidh and I live in the wee village of Killin in the Scottish Highlands. I'm 48 years old and live with my wife-to-be and our two dogs.

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