I stand and marvel
at the shore of my clear pristine lake
while the robins flit from tree to tree
through branches low,
to see them flee past me...makes me yearn to go
with them from spruce to pine, from tree to tree.
I turn to focus on distant paths beyond my throw
a pebble would not reach them if I dare let it go
let me throw instead in the calm blue and
watch the ripples grow and grow.
I hear the seagulls caw and quarrel,
then one gulls minnow drops from the sky,
no longer will it swim in swells of blue,
now it floats belly up, no life with in, it’s died.
The gull spots the fish and dives in,
clutches it tightly in hungry fists,
soars down to land to devour and feast,
hungry no more it escapes out of view.
Now, I stand and ponder nature,
and the facts of life…
while slowly day turns into night.


Written April,20th,2007.

Shelley L Baxter Stanley

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