The power of the Lake by Ivan Donn Carswell
The power of the Lake lingers still
so many years beyond its fascination
ending; it was there in the beginning,
an unveiling of towering sensitivities,
a flowering of gentle obsession.
The town that grew in the lee
of the Lake expressed the same
thoughts although hard head bastards
bartered and fought for land,
trying to buy the ideas for profit
without embracing them.
In glory days we frolicked in
the Lake’s warm fringes,
cast or trolled for the fish,
fell in love with brilliant sunsets
and blessed the citizens
who shared this bounty.
I could go there now
and feel the same buoyed spirit
welling up, infusing my veins
with innocence, placating
the sad humours residing there.
It was where I learned to be one
with the air and water,
to breathe in the peace
which surrounds all who
enter her embrace.
© I.D. Carswell