The Lost Art

The mid-day sun was burning, as I sat there on the dock, Where I had watched my bobber float since prob’ly six o’clock, When I would tire of sitting there…just waiting for a bite… And as I glanced to check my line…I saw the pretty sight. I gazed upon the placid sheen…a virtual liquid mirror. I’d never seen the water here this calm or any clearer. The water was so tranquil that it truly looked like glass. And there, by its reflection, I could view the glacial pass Of clouds, as they were drifting through a gorgeous azure sky, And marvel at the crazy way the hungry martins fly. The pond would seem a canvas, framed by cattails…weeds…and sand. The vision was a masterpiece, like only Nature’s hand Can find a way to improvise, and I was just in awe. Yes…I was actually baffled and amazed by what I saw. But like so many things in life…the image would not last. The perfect replication disappeared when someone cast A line into the visage…and I stood there…so annoyed - The view aloft had vanished…and my copy was destroyed. PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied pieces). They’re listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or available by simply contacting me at -- mark@writerofbooks.com -- should those of you who enjoy listening to poems as well as reading them - and particularly those of you that travel - care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) Cheers, Mark