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From Across the Lake
by louis gander The cabin built with sturdy logs (that firmly stood awake) was nestled snugly in the trees beside this quiet lake. A dim and amber light shone out to greet the lonely eye - reflecting off this tiny lake here under cloudy sky. Through window pane, that sorry lamp - far off on other side - had shone from on a tabletop with unseen chair beside. And faithful chair supported all the poet's ev'ry task. Yet that old chair is empty now, "but why?" you maybe ask. You wonder who that poet is or why he is away. You wonder if he writes at night or all throughout the day. But when he comes, the chair again will groan under his weight. And over many months and years, his work will rhymes create. Now you might think and may conclude that you don't know of him. But I know this - you've read his work - at least one petty poem. A glow begins to pour across the sky in loving fun.. It reaches out so wide and far with nearing of the sun. Another light reflects off of a paper holding rhyme - and calls me from across the lake. I guess it's about time... Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |