Kids at the Lake

This is the eighth in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “Kids at the Lake” and was written for “The Bare Facts” Prior Lake Newsletter in 2002. We hope you enjoy it.

The kids have
Such great days at the lake.
While we lie about
They rush about
Racing down the beach,
Hurling themselves at the water,
Making more noise than we like,
Which is almost quiet for them.
Madly splashing to the near ladder
Then around to the far one;
Running across the dock
Dripping water everywhere,
Glowing with life.
Later, leaving so reluctantly;
Leaving peace behind.
The hooting and hollering growing fainter
As they go up the path.
We a bit poorer for
Their having gone.

First Swim

This is the seventh in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “First Swim” and was written for “The Bare Facts” Prior Lake Newsletter in 2006. We hope you enjoy it.

Something special,
First swim of the year,
This lake in the forest,
No houses, no cars to be seen
Ravens, eagles, kingfishers,
Ambiance of power in peace
Spirits lifted
Great experience

Support Systems

This is the sixth in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “Support Systems” and was written for “The Bare Facts” Prior Lake Newsletter in 2000. We hope you enjoy it.

We all need them.
People and places and trust
In the patterns of our life
As being right for us
In our walk along the path.

So here is our lake,
The inanimate as a friend
Among other friends.
Deep feelings accepted,
Supported, nurtured and enriched
By our lake
And other friends along the way.

Prior Lake Dock

This is the fifth in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “Prior Lake Dock” and was written for “The Bare Facts” Prior Lake Newsletter in 1997. We hope you enjoy it.

Each with a story,
here on the dock.
All else is shed, all
the trappings of town
which bind us and
build us into a false
completeness.
Here on the dock we hold
only the story, that which binds
the self,
powerful beyond all surfaces.

The Lake Speaks

This is the fourth in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “The Lake Speaks” and was written in the Summer of 1999. We hope you enjoy it.

Remember me
When you are far away,
Deep held by care.

Remember me, your lake,
Waters reflecting
Trees and sky,
Part of my peace, your peace.

Look into me,
Hold me in your soul.
Be
At peace with yourself
That is my gift, take it.

Me and My Old Car

This is the third in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “Me and My Old Car” and was written in the Summer of 2001. We hope you enjoy it.

17 years we have been companions,
Grown old together,
Measured our span of tomorrows still to come,
Faded together,
Creaked in our joints together,
Each becoming an anachronism,
A product out of tune with the time.
You too big for the new day,
Me too lost in the old day for the new,
Each of us needing more frequent repairs,
Each wondering if this year will be our last,
And so we grow old together,
Unchanging companions in a changing world.

Prior Lake World

This is the second in a series of poems that we will publish, written by Vincent. This poem is called “Prior Lake World” and was written for The Bare Facts Prior Lake Newsletter in 1997. We hope you enjoy it.

There is a door at the top of the trail
That leads to the lake.
You may not see it;
It is always open.

The trail, trees, birds and lake
Ask you to leave the city
Behind
When you come through the door;
For they all say
They will give most
When you come without
Your city world.