Author: Kappy
Date: 09-20-03 17:26
Each weekend I check the website. I recently had a copy of this poem, that I had lost, returned to me. It was written on August 14, 1991 after the demise of Camp during a visit to Minnesota, my birth State, at Gull Lake. Albeit not in Minong the words celebrate that visit but the feeling it contains stem from a scene with mist rising up from Little Horseshoe when only Doc H was up and about. Hope it will be enjoyed. With the promise that would be Rheinlander and a possible So. California CH reunion next month complete with Frank, the juices moved me from my usual status as apassive reader of the Horseshoe phorum.
Loon of the Lakes
My soul has come home to the Land of the Lakes
The loon waits eternally there for me
It is the brother of my spirit
In quiet morning as the lakes give of themselves
The mist announces soon the plaintive cry
Gleaming black they come one, maybe two
With precise circular descent, then hectic flapping launch
And once again the youth with in me is at home
Long, long gone yet yearly coming back
To days warm with sun and love
tranquil still with blue and green
The long, flat Os and slower talk
from mostly smiling faces
Tell me that my soul and spirit
is at home
Oh loon, whom I so rarely see
Onyx feathers now with white and grey
fiece, red eyes, alert, on guard
Who only yesterday carried young upon its back
In reeds and grasses kept from easy sight
Whose chicks born anew will
rise to carry on the cry that is so dear
Loon of the lakes, please call to me
when I again return
And when my spirit is at last set free
I pray you'll find it and as one
remain through eternity on pine rimmed lakes
To sound our haunting call of joy
Al Kapstrom
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