by Gordon Prickett
(gordmett@emily.net) of Heartland Poets
Loud splash at water’s edge
where a V appears
A swimming beaver leaves our shore
cutting season for beaver families
With trees falling around the lake
we bring in a trapper
who takes five of these busy beavers
and collects their pelts.
It’s for the good of the lakeshore
that we limit the beaver
There is a season on beaver and bear
hunters harvest the browsing deer
But when the chainsaws and dozers,
cement trucks and nailing guns arrive
we have no season on people up here.
a splash and a roar and the shore is changed.
November 2005
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