Abode of the Great Spirit
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Abode of the Great Spirit known as Crater Lake,
Native American's seeking a vision- this trail take;
gazing into the gem blue lake with a deep ache,
cradled by towering cliffs and ancient pines- it rests.
In tangled pine branches there are spotted owl nests,
on the cliff rim many warriors have preformed their quests;
of great courage- that forever dwell in their breasts,
and in my dream, I wish, wish for this place of deep blue.
Where the sky and water merge for a dazzling view,
and to a summer scene this Ojibwe girl's spirit soared and flew;
standing in awe of the intense blue and trees that grew,
from a sleeping volcano- that erupted thousand of years ago.
And in my dream I take a dip in the blue, blue lake till I shake,
this scenic park in summer or winter must inspire all guests;
for I am so overwhelmed by the beauty that I feel brand new,
oh, imagine a lake created only by rain and melting snow.
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January 1, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Abode of the Great Spirits
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1100-141-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Sleeping Volcano
Sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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