2005 LITC Poetry - Essay Contest
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| Imagine yourself being six inches
tall, where the curb on a street is an eight foot wall. Then come if you will, through the foggy shroud, to the rocky island in Lake in the Clouds. It's not too big, as an island stands, it is, give or take, 'bout an acre of land. With trees all around, twenty feet or more, with huge boulders that make up the shore. Some Geese are there, very large it seems, You're 6 inches tall, remember to dream. You can visit the island, if you have a boat, a canoe or kayak, something that floats. If you take the journey, cruise by or stop, you'll see a small cabin, up on the rocks. It's made of cedar and built for strength, with views of the lake from length to length. The cabin is there to house the men, who are building a lighthouse on the eastern end. After they're finished, wait, there's more, They're building a boat dock on the southern shore. Gosh, I would love to be six inches tall, where the curb on a street is an eight feet wall. To live on the island in Lake in the Clouds, and wake every morn' to a misty shroud. To step out the door and feel so free, imagine the size the fish must be! To go full circle from start to end, it is quite nice.............if you pretend. . . . by Kurt Vymlatil copyright reserved 2005 |
