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
Wow, Charles. This is terrific. Almost like I was there with you. 😁
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Thanks. Wasn’t sure how this one came out.
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Wow, that’s beautiful! So this is what inspiration was like for you. So cool.
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Thanks. At least is how I think it went down. Could have been romanticized.
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog.
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Thanks for sharing.
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My pleasure, Charles – great poem 👍😃
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Greetings from “another land”, Charles. Love the poem and the lake.
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Thanks.
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You capture the creative process so well. Sometimes we have to let go in order to go onward.
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Thanks.
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