A pandemic virtual travel tour
We can't really travel that much, so I dug out some poems from previous travels. I hope it gives you a feel for these places.
Witty's Lagoon
cool forest march
breathe mist
get the gist
prehistoric machination
giant fern fascination
mossy acer macrophyllum
look up!
smell the ocean
tide is out
sit on driftwood
unwrap your subway lunch
skip in muddy sand
wade in cold brine
feel the sea
algae encrusted dream
Kal Lake
claim spot
jump off dock
hang your feet
d a n g l e
check SPF
sun your back
grab a snack
build sandcastle
water in moat
stare at mountains
eat a freezie
cool your heels
hop in lake—
Kalamalka, it is.
Boughton Bay
Sky reflected in sea
a dusty red-hued sunset,
like the island soil itself.
Heron stands on sandbar,
neck majestic,
extending into
salty horizon.
Lighthouse stands
sentry over bay;
campfire roars and
smoke rises from pit,
meeting ocean air.
Views spectacular
but people even more,
memories will last
like seaglass,
weathered but
never erased—
this gentle island,
indeed.
Lac Edja
Sunlight glinted off the lake;
crooked, but perfect dock.
Weathered by rain and wind,
witness to pleasures of
bygone cottagers.
Last remnants of western sun
descend upon the treeline.
Waves lap at rowboat;
black, chipped wooden seats,
knotty plywood staring at
my constitutional element.
Rays fire off at perpendicular
passes, break through
greyish puffs of clouds;
the leaves speak volumes
at lac Edja—
crooked, but perfect dock.
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