LAKE MOODS IN SPRING
The cold grey rocks were washed every time a wave came in,
Relentless, never ceasing as if a battle the water had to win,
The wind whipped and tore and brought tears to the eyes,
Yet the beauty of the storm tossed lake was indeed a great prize.
Nestled by a jutting rock underneath the heaving tall trees,
We watched the scene and it seemed more like great seas
Than Lake Ontario that can be as calm as a summer day,
But as we watched it pound we felt it could not go away.
The seagulls screams were muted by the water’s roar,
Some gave up and stood on the cold, soggy, sandy shore,
Waves seemed to rise higher than we’ve seen in the past
It was good to see this type of mood on a lake so vast.
See it in the summer when all is quite and almost still,
See it when the mighty waves give you a extra thrill,
See it in storm when lightening dances with great glee,
See it when the moon shines down in all her pale majesty.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 31 March 2005