My books title poem

Lake Erie Calling

The kiss of morning at water’s edge

beguiling dance of sand and sea

seducing me a solemn pledge

my beauty’s deep come play with me

Sunlight shines on silky sand

as the water rolls to shore

the dance, hypnotic, licking land

gentle waves cannot ignore

The lake alive a soul that’s willing

one glacier’s frozen past

left to hold fresh water filling

roams a voice, to help it last

Schools of fish begin to whither

rotting garbage is to blame

do you hear the willow whisper?

its nourishment, Lake Erie came

Ducks in habit crown the lake

upon its shores they build their nests

their young to swim and take a break

while song birds gather, bathe and rest

The deer, the fox, exposed, alluring

fresh water begs them to the shore

nature speaks, we are enduring

save the water we implore!

I want to enter the seductive waterbed

my presence squatting, silent, stalling

instead I teeter at water’s edge

and listen to Lake Erie calling

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Jake the poet

I am that I am, a way shower, a light, leader of many who follow, a poet and a person who just cares about the plight of humanity.

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