The first day of summer
we hit the water
with dog, canoe, shorts,
good books,
one and a half paddle,
a small electric motor,
a battery that worked
and one that might.
It was a glorious time!
We saw silent owls,
big, swift unimaginably elegant herons,
duck pairs so faithfulto oneanother
their dance mesmerized us!
We saw beavers cutting across the stream,
occasionally smacking a tail
so loud in the quiet green
it sounded like the universe cracked!
It was a Quest
beyond words.
-Kurt Kristensen
2 comments:
Dear Readers:
This is the first poem posted in our new PoetSpeakUSA Blog.
I hope you will let me know what you think of the poem, and whether you see changes that will make it more effective.
Thanks,
Kurt Kristensen
I like the "sounds" in this one: silent owls; universe cracked . . .
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