Old Timey Tales


Reelfoot Lake Poem

by
Mary Bursell Maupin

Misty Shadows on the Lake    

It's valley, like shadows, is low, long and wide,
Surrounded with trees, lush and green.
An azure sky reflects in the waters of the lake,
Enhancing it's own brilliance and splendor.

A lone eagle searches the trees for a haven among the cypress.
Lusterless logs of turtles still bathe in the dying rays of the sun.
A squadron of geese, in a giant chevron, prepare the end of day's flight.

Now comes the dawn and the mist begins to swell.
Encompassing all the land's inhabitants.
Not a sound... Not a leaf fluttering ... Every thing is still.

The mist begins to rise, slowly at first.
Then the trees begin a tremor and reverberate
Into a resonance of unmeasured depth.

As the mist begins to slip away,
So does the lone figure who reels across the waters,
Melds into the woods on the far side of the lake,
And evaporates with the mist.


                                             


                           

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