The Lake, a poem written by Grant Watson at Spillwords.com
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The Lake

The Lake

written by: Grant Watson

@Grant_WatsonUK

 

It appears so much larger at night,
An opened mouth at the tip
Of my child’s feet as he

Skims flattened stones before bed
And shouts out our names across
The thick, dark peaks

Of its incoming tide.

I lead him to where we’ve camped –
You at a gas stove cooking fish
Line caught

At the curling wooded slats. And
Somewhere from its soft and
Muddy banks,

I’m sure I hear the lake call back.

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