Poems about a lake house

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poems about a lake house

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John Lake Lancashire Dialect Poetry

Lake House Morning by Linda hamiltonellis.com to the early morning soundOf a single trolling motorOff in the misty distance. Page.

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Waking to the early morning sound Of a single trolling motor Off in the misty distance With the scent of pristine pine Breezing gently through the open window; Sunlight peeking through the rising mist Slanting onto sand scuffed floors, A damp bathing suit lies crumpled In the corner Waiting for another early morning dip; Scent of good strong coffee drifting Through the open doorway Mixed with subtle lakey smell Stirring senses to awaken And greet this lovely summer morning; Soon barking dogs and laughing children Will mingle with the incessant honking Of Canadian geese Wandering aimlessly along the lakefront In search of tasty morsels washed ashore; I must go find my special mug Feet propped on the railing Of the deck with chairback tilted Against the sunsplashed shingles Gazing out across the sparkling ripples; A sailboat in the distance dips Dangerously toward the surface As the sail scoops water And the occupant dumps Into the chilly wake up wetness; A yell from the startled sailor Breaks the hazy coffee daydream It's time to snap out of memories And take up the tasks at hand Just another lake house morning. You have captured the ease and restfulness of 'holiday' in this slow moving, expansive poem that should be read slowly - savored in order to bring out its early morning coffee flavor. We all need a place like this to get away sometimes.

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Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. L B Jul Night Skating at Porter Lake. The best must be broken and tamed of what it takes to stay free catching the edges with every stride catching my toe in the quick spray of frost to the sudden still Listen to the frigid chill and the heave of my breath tumbling into evidence Gliding Once Forever-- on, into darkness of woods on frozen water The wildness of it all So infatuated with flight so full of grace I forgot Sonja The moon rose from her seat in the treetops and applauded. Wrote this immediately from a dream a couple months ago. With all the heat and humidity, it sounded good to go today. This dream was an actual relived memory of being 12 years old and skating at Porter Lake in Forest Park of Springfield, Massachusetts.

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A house so close. I loved,. Into its ever-opening, you—. Used with permission of the author. This poem originally appeared in Tin House , Summer

The Lake Poets were a group of English poets who all lived in the Lake District of England , United Kingdom, in the first half of the nineteenth century. As a group, they followed no single "school" of thought or literary practice then known. They were named, only to be uniformly disparaged, by the Edinburgh Review. They are considered part of the Romantic Movement. The "Lake Poet School" or 'Bards of the Lake', or the 'Lake School' was initially a derogatory term "the School of whining and hypochondriacal poets that haunt the Lakes", according to Francis Jeffrey as reported by Coleridge [1] that was also a misnomer, as it was neither particularly born out of the Lake District, nor was it a cohesive school of poetry. Dorothy Wordsworth was an auxiliary member who was unpublished during her lifetime her journals, letters, and poems were published posthumously , but she provided much of the inspiration for her brother William's work. There was a certain amount of additional irony involved in the 'School's' perception by readers, who were inspired, upon reading the poetry, to visit the area, thus helping to destroy, in the mind of Wordsworth at least, the very thing that made the Lakes special although he himself ended up writing one of the best guides to the region.


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