Sunday, March 11, 2007

Lake Erie from Cleveland
By Don Iannone

Proud, but smaller than her four siblings,
Erie wraps herself,
like a rough hewn blue-gray shawl
around Cleveland's burly brown and green shoulders.
She hugs the city in places,
giving needed comfort and reassurance.
Then, like any beautiful woman,
she steps back and flirts at a distance--
even sometimes defying our advances.
Her shallow waters seethe at times,
standing tall and swaying back and forth
like a quiver of king cobras.
Her current four thousand year old incarnation
remains hard to fathom, let alone
her Pre-Pleistocene Ice Age roots,
stretching back over two million years.
With age comes grace, and surely
this fair lady commands our respect
for her deep flowing wisdom and beauty.
All this said,
why is such scarce notice given by us
to this watery Cinderella to our north?


Kai C. said...

nicely done.

hope u are well!

Pat Paulk said...

The only one of the Great Lakes I've seen. Like all forms of nature, she has her beauty and rage. Excellent poem Don!!

polona said...

thanks to you i know a little bit more about a beautiful place.

Rob said...

It is too easy to take for granted what is on one's doorstep isn't it?

iamnasra said...

So much love for the lake...I loved it, it seems Im growing to be attched to this lake through you

Don Iannone said...

Thanks all for your comments. They are much appreciated.

Lake Erie is greatly ignored, misunderstood, and unappreciated by folks. That's a shame. We should celebrate this wonderful treasure.

floots said...

"watery cinderella"
wonderfully concise summary on which to finish

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