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Lake Mohonk
Mysterious, how lake reflections paint the sight
of this magnificent resort built on its shore,
near steep, stone rugged cliffs that double in sunlight;
a masterpiece of nature's wonderful decor.
The depth and beauty of this sparkling lake excite
the climbers to achieve a treetop view surprise,
and walk the winding nature trails at first daylight
to see this tranquil clear blue water as their prize.
Aboard a rowboat or canoe, one happily
can spot the trout...colorful fish with orange stripes.
And peaceful too...to drift along the shore and see
the beauty of the trees and plants of varied types.
Top of a mountain is this lovely Mohonk Lake
revered by visitors today and long ago.
Soft nature's sounds and sapphire loveliness, opaque
beneath reflective imagery, set hearts aglow.
Sandra M. Haight
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Mountain Top Lake
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Judged: 06/11/2017
I find myself sitting with a tree top view,
Watching as the world slowly passes me by,
This sacred place has been occupied by few,
As the sounds of nature echo in the crystal sky.
Cleansed in clear blue water my soul set free,
Surrounded by phantasmagorical colourful fish,
I wish the world could sit with me and see,
But futile my quest it shall remain a wish.
As the crimson sun searches for horizons low,
And my eyes begin to wander heaven bound,
In the knowledge that soon the first star will show,
Through nature's sounds, my heart has been found.
Could this be simply a euphoric daydream?
Some kind of weird psychosis for all I know,
Just then I am touched by the first moonbeam,
And suddenly my eyes are captured in its glow.
9~May~2017
For Mountaintop Lake - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri.
Dear Lake, why lob here atop a mountain
when the lowlands are so superior
with more catchment area to fountain
more rain to fill your vast interior.
Alpine aspirations for altitude
are worthy ambitions for rocks and crags.
But not for frigid lake in solitude,
except for the art show reflection brags.
The air is so clear and crisp on calm days
that lake reflection is a masterpiece,
perfectly mirrored portraits it portrays
of rogue mountains smiling, posing, at peace.
Up high, here, nature's sounds are rarefied.
The air is so thin, cold and flatly grim
that any birds flocking here to abide
are stage-struck by silence, the lake's own hymn.
The weather has no foibles and hindrance.
The winds and rain love to shatter and spoil
the reflection galley hung in silence,
wrecking the scene and creating turmoil.
You could climb a tree for a treetop view,
but, way up here, well above the snow line
there are no trees, only meadows for shoe,
so I dive in clear blue water, sublime.
Colorful fish defy the location.
To them, whither the lake is high or low
matters little in this wet world nation
all immune from rain, hail, wind, sleet and snow.
EMERALD LAKE
I believe you want to wade in clear blue water,
But the Yukon presents a treetop view,
Of a lovely lake, emerald son, not daughter.
I was a traveler from the East Coast, one of few,
Who freely strode a horse around this paradise -
A two hour jaunt with my grinning spouse.
And if i could do it again, i’d pay a greater price,
Fly across this pioneer’s land, leave my sturdy house.
Are their colorful fish hibernating from the Yukon’s cold,
or dull - like pike or pink salmon? What does one beg
in this intense and bold, blue and green lake of gold?
I’d rather prance my high horse then search its dreg.
Lovely sounds of nature, broken by growls of grizzly bears.
Even the cliff’s crag, that shares its features - I am amused.
Yukon spirit with pure mountain air lifts away personal cares.
All of this paradise, sadly left, yet - into Alaska, we cruised.
5/16/2017
Brenda Chiri’s Mountaintop Lake Contest
A thousand birds are singing in hidden places,
oh, how I envy their lofty tree top view;
sweet the songs that drift down the mountain spaces,
and listen, distant thunder echoes in a sky of blue !
Soon, I take a rest from my journey by a lake,
where colorful fish swim, so pretty;
and on a submerged rock slithers a green snake,
oh, such a mesmerizing underwater city !
The clear blue water is mirror smooth,
the sky, clouds and trees reflected;
this vision, my heart does soothe,
oh, wilderness must always be protected !
Rested, I walk a tangled vine draped path,
whistles, croaks and rustlings swirl;
delightful the sounds of nature on this footpath,
then and then- another mountain top lake for this girl !
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May 9, 2017
Rhyme/A Mountain Journey
Copyright Protected, ID 899051
Best Rhyming Poem, May to July, 2017
sponsor, John Hamilton
Second Place
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Written for the contest, Mountaintop Journey
Sponsor Brenda Chiri
First Place
Mountain Top Lake
An enthusiastic team ventured to trek
on a stiff hill with loose rocks, stones, crater.
All were charmed to see the mountain top lake.
Tree top view showed clean clear blue water.
Lots of colorful fish swam gaily.
Exciting enchantment to climbers.
All enjoyed, took rest, chatted, walked freely.
Full relaxation by all team members.
Branches of trees swayed by sudden gust.
Little brittle ripples woke up in lake.
Blowing breeze chased dry leaves, pollen, dust.
The leader got up to arrange Tea-Break.
Flowers with wild fragrance nodded in joy.
Chirping birds, humming bees, howling creature.
Flora-Fauna around to enjoy.
On mountaintop displayed sounds of Nature.
05/25/17
MOUNTAINTOP LAKE Contest by Brenda Chiri
My dreary life shunned, a chance to escape;
atop glacial peak, glorious vision.
Oasis amongst the frigid landscape;
found sanctuary, almost Elysian.
Colorful fish dart, despite intrusion,
in clear blue water of idyllic lake.
Grand oaks' enclosure heightens seclusion,
if this be a dream, no wish to awake.
Surmount gnarly trunk, in bosom I nest,
relax for a spell, savour treetop view.
Ponder existence, I truly am blessed;
alas, paradise, soon time to eschew.
'fore starting descent, 'fore limbs are unfurled,
shut eyes and breathe deep, absorb nature's sounds.
This close to Heaven, at top of the world,
touch of Creator supremely resounds.
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(C) 12th May 2017
ABAB-CDCD-EFEF-GHGH rhyme scheme
10 syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com - but had to remove apostrophes in fourth stanza as it was mis-counting)
For Brenda Chiri's Mountaintop Lake contest.
(3rd Place)
Used the following word(s):
#1 treetop view
#2 colorful fish
#3 clear blue water
#4 nature's sounds / sounds of nature
On the hill, high in the sky
I sit and survey all by my side
The fields, the trees, the landscape as far as I can see
It's a wonderous site, stretched out in front of me
The wind whistles it's quiet gentle song
Listen carefully the trees are humming along
Now the birds have even joined the throng
The sun's yellow rays touching every thing in sight
Warming the earth till dusk then night
The clouds in the sky glistening silvery grey
All moving gracefully as they go on their way
The sheep grazing on the lush green grass
Looking up as they they walk past
The clear blue water rushing quickly by
Going to the sea where it can lie
This beautiful tranquil picture I can see
In my memory it will always be.
Date: 2003
Whole night snow fell in the mountains
Surrounding the blue oval lake
Downhill sang the gurgling fountains
In our window mystic snowflake
At morning the coloured fishes
Look at coloured birds on tree tops
Both after their golden wishes
Merry morning in their love drops
Clear blue water in the cool sun
All around the snow laden peaks
Love and peace look from the lemon
Many a word the dimples speaks
The lake perches within the hills
Shadows in a snowy whisper
With pines around us we stand still
Summer flows into the winter
It is the story of our life
The wheel turns from ice to warm sun
And then to cool snow from the strife
Glisten the flakes on your hair bun
Dusk descends on the sun soaked lake
At the end of lyrics of breeze
Our eyes moved to where stars awake
And moon draws shadows of the trees
Then the lake in contemplation
Of apple leaves rustling in air
Inhaling the meditation
We are in a lake like prayer
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18 May 2017
Encamped beside a clear blue water lake
We call it, Bullfrog Valley. Here, they thrive.
The labyrinth of streams the water takes
Brings insects, as the meadows come alive.
Blue herons wade, perched hawks take treetop views
Colorful fish seek shelter in the shade
The bullfrogs sing for rain, from grassy pews
Mix sights and sounds of nature, all stress fades
Late evening, we share tales around a fire
First one who tells a lie, don't stand a chance
Each time a story's told, the stakes get higher
Night breezes make sparks rise and shadows dance
As eyes begin to dry, we start to crash
A night time serenade in Bullfrog Valley
The orange glow turns into white hot ash
The moon provides the light in nature's galley.
by Daniel Turner