At the Lake

Way back, I made a post that explains the origin of the ‘Windemere’ name. Check it out and I hope you like the poem that has been rattling around in my head. Guess a few old memories have been jogged loose.

Lake Ontario

Wandering among the trees
Getting closer to the edge
Nearing the stairs
That lead to the rocky shore
Where I hear voices
That I wish to avoid
While I dream in search of names

Others are relaxing
Escaping classes and work
If even for a bit
Some drunk on freedom
Others on Bud or Blue
I move away
In search of my own spot

Distance has been reached
And I stand upon the brink
Staring ahead
Where another land thrives
Yet I see a third shore
Deep within my mind
And I crave a name to give

Failed words form
Nothing striking the right note
Too weak and too hard
Too lame and too salty
Throwing letters together
And merging words
Frustration leads to force

I finally give
Letting my mind wander
Hoping my senses
Do the work without me
They hold onto the wind
As if the answer was obvious
Welcome to Windemere

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.

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