The setting sun was sinking slow
At Cavan Lake that night
Russell and his mom had the fire going just right
Gramma and her faithful pal Tucker, black as coal
They were moving closer to the flame
The air was getting cold
We sang some songs as I recall
Even one I didn’t bring
That was that old nasty one that Grampa used to sing
So now when I get feeling bored with nowhere else to go
I slip inside that magic night
Not so long ago
Categories:
cavan, friend, friendship,
Form: Ballad
Cavan Lake, Alberta, that’s where I’m bound to be
You can’t beat the splendor of that wild serenity
Trees are all around me, there’s a robin at my door
And Cavan Lake is just outside, a hundred steps or more
Everywhere I look I see the big Alberta sky
And there comes Laura Lee with that sparkle in her eye
More lovely than a sunrise on the lake outside my door
Or the harvest moon reflecting off the ripples on the shore
Cavan Lake is calling me, that’s where I’m bound to be
In the big skies of Alberta, neath a rustling shady tree
Where the rainbow reaches shore to shore, and the big sky stretches wide
And the coyotes serenade the moon on the shores of the other side
I can see the lake from here, the water’s calm today
Gonna walk down to the shore and chase my blues away
If skipping stones won’t do it and the birds all fly away
I’ll have to take them back again and try another day
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Categories:
cavan, autumn, beautiful, beauty, poems,
Form: Verse