Pentantekut

POSTED IN contemporary poetry August 3, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pentantekut

     

    ‘Settlers’ came and took the name
    And gave it one of their own
    They all call it Tibble’s Lake now
    As if millenniums would know

    Loon lives here and calls at night
    The song that says this is home
    Blue heron nests a ways down the creek,
    In the marsh, standing still and alone

    Swan sails when patches appear
    In the ice as it melts away
    Pelican arrives in a noisy crew
    Taking their place on the bay

    Osprey guards the mouth of the stream
    From high atop a fir tree
    Eagle lays claim to the open air
    To reign over all that they see

    Blackbird sings in the heat of day
    And everything stops to hear
    And I, in my silence, everyday see
    A Creator’s creation is near

 

 

Garnet Shaw Robbie