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I call the cottages
By the names of owners past,
My parents’ friends.
There are plastic swans
At Don Queen’s place,
Set out to ward off Canada geese
New to our New Hampshire pond.
I paddle close to shore,
Compiling in my mind
An invasive watercraft index,
Awarding points for those
Powered by hand or wind,
Deductions for inboards,
Jet skis and the like.
I have misjudged the people
In the Campbell house:
They have a kayak after all.
Against the rumble
Of an occasional truck
On the state road
One cannot hear
The fishermen’s trolling motor,
A neutral value on my scale,
As two guys,
Probably from another pond,
Head, as fishermen will,
For the spot,
A gathering place for bass,
That my father loved.
© by Robert Demaree.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Robert Demaree is the author of four collections of poems and the winner of the 2007 Conway, N.H., Library Poetry Award. A retired school administrator with ties to North Carolina, Pennsylvania and New Hampshire, he has had over 600 poems published or accepted by 130 publications and anthologies in the U.S., Canada, Australia and the U.K. To learn more about Robert, visit www.demareepoetry.blogspot.
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KevinArnold:
Ah yes, / An invasive watercraft index, /
Awarding points for those /
Powered by hand or wind, /
, which provides a metic for friends of New Hampshire pond and the earth.
I love ending with / The fishermen’s trolling motor, /
A neutral value on my scale, / ; such a delicate metric.
Posted 08/18/2013 10:33 AM
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peninsulapoet:
Living by the water as I do, I really identify with this poem. Lovely.
Posted 08/18/2013 08:05 AM
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