Gander Story Poems: From Across the Lake 12-12-15

December 12, 2015

The cabin built with sturdy logs

(that firmly stood awake)

was nestled snugly in the trees

beside this quiet lake.

A dim and amber light shone out

to greet the lonely eye -

reflecting off this tiny lake

here under cloudy sky.

Through window pane, that sorry lamp -

far off on other side -

had shone from on a tabletop

with unseen chair beside.

And faithful chair supported all

the poet's ev'ry task.

Yet that old chair is empty now,

"but why?" you maybe ask.

You wonder who that poet is

or why he is away.

You wonder if he writes at night

or all throughout the day.

But when he comes, the chair again

will groan under his weight.

And over many months and years,

his work will rhymes create.

Now you might think and may conclude

of him, you didn't hear -

but I know this, you've read his work,

at least this poem here.

A glow begins to pour across

the sky in loving fun..

It reaches out so wide and far

with nearing of the sun.

And that light now reflects off of

a paper holding rhyme -

and calls me from across the lake.

I guess it's about time...

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