Ode to Crow Lake
by Peter Albright
There is a lake – with countless islands that are
And the inlets and bays all run heaven knows where;
Where shiner minnows and chubs dart through the
And Northeren, Bass and Muskie spawn.
There is a lake-with forests unspolied and still,
Where the blue waters are so cold and deep
sparkling in the sunlight so clear and clean;
Where schools of lake trout challenge a fisherman’s
Just drifting or trolling with thoughts all his own,
With crows breaking the silence with loud raucous calls.
There is a lake-where graceful gulls wing their
Screeching and squabbling over discarded delights,
While the fisherman enjoys his tasty shore lunch;
Stretches his legs with hat over his eyes or picks enough blueberries for a couple of pies,
With blazing sunsets you wouldn’t believe
And the loon’s lonesome call breaks the stillness of eve.
There is a lake-Oh! how it beckons and calls;
I want to go back to Crow Lake-
And I will.