Author's Note: I wrote this poem because I felt I needed to work on my poetry skills. In addition, I've been thinking about my great-grandmother and other relatives who passed away around this time of year, and they really enjoyed staying at the lake my grandparents live on, so this is looking in retrospect at the memories shared there.
The tranquil silence, peaceful reminiscence, memories of old
Those who ate the fruit, who left unnoticed, friends passed for the flag
Rosemary scents, wafting through the breeze, and I float back years
To youthful joy, with those loved, lost
Surreal is the comfort, of those desired friends
Brought together in my old weathered conscious
To play a role once again on the stage
They flawlessly transfer to death
Played before my tormented eyes
Thrust into isolation
Barred, kept, from merriment
As I remember them
Carelessly happy,
As I lay here,
In silence,
Near the
Lake
