Exploring High Uinta mountain lakes and trails is a favorite family pastime. While the children fish and kayak, I enjoy walking around the lake. Teapot Lake is just my size: not so big I feel it might swallow me up, but small and friendly and pretty, and more than a puddle. I walk around its banks in 20 minutes, despite the north shore trail still being snow-bound in July. Hundreds of frogs croak in swampy bogs. An old boardwalk guides directs the trail across snow melt draining into the lake. Tiny white flowers proliferate.
FOREST BOARDWALK
the boardwalk beckons
a sign of humanity
in my wilderness of fears
easing my way
on the swampy trail
lily pad pools flanking
yellow stars in the green
invisible frogs creaking
a hundred rust-hinged doors
and always the wind
across the lake
Roger is the author of Rabbit Lane: Memoir of a Country Road. The book tells the true life story of an obscure farm road and its power to transform the human spirit. The book is available in print and for Kindle at Amazon. See Rabbit Lane reviewed in Words and Pictures.
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Whether intentional or not, your poem made me think of the boardwalks in my life that help me clear the marshy meadows of life. Thank you Roger for always painting such powerful and beautiful images in my mind
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Thank you, Paul. Metaphors can indeed be powerful tools to see and understand invisible depths.
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This is a really nice vignette of a mountain lake. I especially like the rusty hinge metaphor. I can’t think of a more accurate or interesting way to describe a chorus of frogs.
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Thanks Brian! It’s nice that we share an appreciation for the writing craft. I believe you are surpassing my meager accomplishments. I look forward to decades of reading your excellent pieces. Love, Dad.
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