Poetry

The Lake

The breeze brushes across my face, Cooling with its strength and speed.

I think I’ve finally found my place, the lake having the serenity I need.

The wind slows as the sun appears, bringing with it the afternoon heat.

A frog somewhere behind me I hear, a day like this is hard to beat.

I watch the minnows from where I sit, swimming past without a care.

Mother finally comes into sight, mess with her babies I not dare.

The baskets hang as beautiful as can be, Blooms full with color of white and red.

The birds have yet to visit me, when they do they will be happy and fed.

The hammock hangs off in the distance, I wont use it without assistance you see.

Falling out I’m not taking the chance, There is a scardy cat in me.

As the ripples gently kiss the shore, the shore completely unaware.

I grab the pole with my favorite lure, For a while the lake with it I share.

Jill L. Ware

Poetry

Quarantine

                      Quarantine

The majority of our country is quarantined,

From a virus called COVID-19.

Many of us afraid, as we should be.

Restrictions have been made, now we wait and see.

This does not only affect me,

For thousands of deaths there will be.

Please tell family and friends to stay away,

They can come visit another day.

Pray that our wait isn’t long,

And that the statistics are wrong.

When this finally ends,

Will normal ever be again?

Quarantined with my two best buddies!
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