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Pelican Lake
by
George Wentz

 


You said you knew the name
but couldn't think of what it was,
that "thing" with the pouched beak,
until three days later
it finally came to mind, "Pelican"!

Funny how a pulled thread
tugs at the other end somewhere.
The image of this bird
eventually finding its name
in the mind's foggy dictionary.

A wonderful word indeed, "Pelican",
reminiscent of a lake long ago
in the northwoods of Minnesota
where I caught my first fish
among glacial rocks and towering pines.

Like the early morning mist that hung
over the glassy surface of the water,
my memory now is covered in the shroud of time
-- the squeaking oars of my wooden boat
brought to mind by your rowing machine.

Funny how a pulled thread
tugs at the other end somewhere.

--Submitted by George Wentz on 2011-03-22.
Post New Comment:
Julianne Carlile:
Love the circular nature of this poem.
Posted 03/27/2011 07:25 AM


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