by Gordon Prickett
One brat one bun with catsup and mustard
Chips and a Bud Lite
the fire gathers quickly from circles
of peeled birch bark lighted in the west wind
Back ashore from a Secchi Disk read of 9.5 feet
on a windy sunny day
puffy scattered clouds like sheep
wander east
Quickly I have a tasty meal
beside this circle of cement
perched above the lake bank
on a tree-shaded shore
Weekdays in August are quiet here
a young couple sails out from anchorage
in their yellow boat
Distant sounds of chain saw and dozer
will invite a look... after a while
there isn't any place on this earth
where I would rather be
Grandpa Ole said it a century ago
"I like myself here."
Gordon Prickett August 2009
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