My lake is ugly

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!

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!

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.

22 comments on “My lake is ugly

    • 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.


  1. 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.


    • 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!


  2. 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.


    • 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.


  3. 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!


    • Why bless your heart, Robyn! You have no idea how much this will mean to Goose Lake, or GL as her family calls her!


    • 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!


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