
at dawn, we watched the sunrise
splashing colors on the day
and when it got too hot
we swam the afternoon away
at dusk, we danced in meadows
flecked with flashing fireflies
while zephyrs whispered secrets
under deepened azure skies
at night, we told tall tales
as we sat beneath the stars–
you, the goddess venus
and me, the man from mars
–photo by me
Love this! Nicely done.
Pat
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Thank you, Pat!
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Spectacular. There’s an old book called “The Years of the Forest” by Helen Hoover… chronicles she and her husband’s years of living in a cabin off the Gunflint Trail up that way. Nice read if you ever come across it.
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I think I’ve heard of it, although there’s been a few books about the Gunflint Trail. It’s a beautiful area, but bring plenty of bug dope! I’m going to try to find Helen Hoover’s book, it sounds interesting. Thanks, Darryl!
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Hmm….showing your romantic side and it is lovely! Loved this one Michael. Simply beautiful.
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Thank you, Tia! My romantic side is quite rusty, but there was a time…
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Nice post 😎👏
Is that one of the Great Lakes?
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No, this is actually Lake of the Woods, it’s so beautiful up there. Thank you, Darryl!
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Nice poem, Michael
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Thank you very much, Stefan!
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Love this poem and its beautiful imagery. I know I’ve said it 1000 times but what a wonderful place you have to wander. Enjoy your evening!
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You keep saying it 1000 times more, Lane, because it’s true: it is a wonderful world!
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beautifully nostalgic, Michael: I had times like these; they may come again 🙂
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I don’t expect them to come again, but you never know; at least I have the memories! Thanks, John!
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yes, same here 🙂
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Oh my! What a wonderful poem!!!
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Thank you, Shelley!
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