Lake Front Properties
Treed in
the great lake can barely be seen
from the cabin the view
the least of its prized properties
Down a steep path
a small wooden platform
sits on the edge of the pebbled shore
The sweetest spot
When the lake is calm
when the swans come in
the booming steady beat of their wings
heard before seen
builds in depth and intensity
As sound waves lap
against the wall of trees
the layers converge
in a Cygnus Symphony
Passing
the music fades
03.24.19
Intensity Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib | Year Posted 2019
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