MOODS OF THE LAKE
The lake was an untamed beast restless in a cage,
Heaving, screaming and roaring in a fearful rage,
Needing to escape as it’s great fury it lets loose,
It seems the stone breakers that hold were of little use.
The waves lash the shore like a tiger’s sharp claws
Ripping and tearing instead of normal soft paws
That gently pat the sand like a child at play.
Claws and teeth bared to kill and destroy all this day.

Then the howling wind changed to a gentle zephyr,
The waves on the lake became weaker and weaker,
But still it seemed that anger lay beneath that scowling face
Until the sun shone and filled the water with it’s grace,
Now the scene has changed, the mood more like a lullaby
The gentle waves waft you to sleep as you go by.
A quiet lake, a peaceful lake resting in the sun,
Such a different picture as when the day first begun.

Yet in the summer the lake is all happy and fancy free,
The waves laughing and gurgling in perfect revery,
You can see the boats dance on the water so clear and blue
Inviting all who pass to stop what they have to do
And join in the fun in anyway that they possibly can,
Come and be part of summers simple fun filled plan.
Enough of a breeze to help keep the heat away
While you paddle at the edge of the sand along the bay.

Lake, whatever mood you show me day by day
I will call you friend and enjoy you as you roar or play,
So many different pictures you paint in my active mind,
That to a poet no greater help could I find
For ideas to flow as your waves break endlessly on the shore,
I think, dear lake, when you are angry that I love you more.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 17, 2004