Hi everyone,
It’s that time of year when Goose Lake “turns over” and all the bottom bilge burps to the surface, giving it a baleful, acned glaze. Imagine our little lake’s embarrassment when swelling flocks of ducks and geese fly over, demonstrating their disdain by bombing liquid notices of distaste. I’m moved to write a sad, four line stanza to support Goose Lake during this most difficult time. One day the sun will shine again on its beautiful face, but this is a moment that calls for bravery!
Turning
David L. Harrison
Got the pond scum algae blues
So bad I could dry up and die,
Those birds were once my faithful friends,
But this ain’t mud in my eye.
You’re all invited to add your own soulful words of solace and encouragement. I’m sure such understanding will be appreciated at this emotional time!
David
P.S. Don’t forget that Goose Lake at her best is a sight to behold. You can download your copy of my e-book by that name or gift copies to others. Barnes & Noble for Nook; Amazon for Kindle; both have free apps for downloading onto your computer or reading devices.
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With my condolences–
O, Goose Lake, I shall play you a dirge
until your waters once again submerge
the scum that skims your algae-eyed face
and free you from its slimy embrace.
That should be “*FREE* you from its slimy embrace”… sigh
Done!
Oh thank you, thank you! Renee, I’ll take this right out and read it to Goose Lake. I’m sure she’ll take hope from your kind words!
David
I’m opening the box that is book: Goose Lake!
To relish and cherish the sights
They flash by as bytes, lights on the blight
That soon would emerge in the night.
Renewal and dawn await…
Jeanne Poland
Dear Jeanne,
Yes, yes! Think of her in her glory weeks, not as she appears before us today. Soon those blights will submerge in the night!
Thanks for the sympathy. I’ll share it by the shore.
David
Take heart, o beautiful lake, for this too shall pass.
In the blink of an all-knowing eye,
Ducks and geese will spring by
Gaze upon thy face and glide into fresh looking glass.
Cory
Oh, Dear Cory, how she needs to hear this! I just peeked out the window and things are even worse today. I hope she doesn’t give up and pull the plug! I’m sure your beautiful thoughts will make a huge difference!
David
Thank you, David. I hope this helps…
Change is a-swirling in the murky deep
As thou, magnificent lake, drift off to sleep.
Visions of butterflies sprinkle thy dreams
That in spring, transform into beautiful geese
Basking and splashing in thy dazzling gleam.
Cory
Cory, if this one doesn’t improve her spirits, I’m going to check the yellow pages for a good lake psychologist.
David
I’m feeling lake-adaisical
I’ve lost my mirth and worth
That’s what I get for hanging out
With this scum of the earth
Oh dear, Vikram, she should really love how you call her lake-adaisical! I like it myself. And who doesn’t want to stop hanging out with the wrong influence. I think you called it exactly right.
David
O Goose Lake, Goose Lake! Wherefore art thou Goose Lake?
Purge thy filth that has run-a muck and refuse this unholy disdain
For if thou wilt, to thy shores and blissful seat will I not refrain
***
Sobbing here I sit
And regret not visiting it
So lonely she must be
Burping up algae
Dear Annalisa, what a fitting tribute to Goose Lake and her current issues! Perhaps I should post a picture or two of her in her glory days. It might make us all feel better and take hope!
David
Ah, glory days! We all know them and strive to get them back…hope Goose Lake turns for the better soon. Smiles!!
Dearest Lake,
what scum you’ve donned.
What slimy insecurity.
But only wait,
oh wretched pond,
you’ll soon be back to purity.
Why bless your heart, Robyn! You have no idea how much this will mean to Goose Lake, or GL as her family calls her!
David
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Dear Bluerabbit,
On behalf of Goose Lake, I thank you for your support.
David
Goose Lake’s Favorite Son Seeks New Lodging
Muck oozes in my burrow,
it clogs up fur and nose;
I’m weighted down with pond slime,
it sprouts between my toes.
–Mr. Muskrat
My Dear Buffy, what a good idea to realize that Goose Lake is not the only one suffering from this blemish! From muskrats everyone, huzzah!
David
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