| A View of the Two Lakes and Mountain House, Catskill Mountains, Morning |
By Thomas Cole, (@1844) The Hudson River School of Painters
My favorites were at North Lake, up where
the bowlers roamed on stormy days—hidden
in Catskill Mountain forests, cliffs and lakes.
There was an order: First the dangerous drive,
slow curves around sheer cliffs and water falls
that raised anticipation and hunger.
Second unpack the car not too far from
the beach and third plunge in the water cold
till called to eat, towel-wrapped, shivering.
Forth: Cole slaw, hot dogs, buns, Yahoos and chips
mustard and relish, seconds and thirds, and change
to hike and pass the hour before swimming.
Fifth, up in single file quiet, native
style, not harming plant nor ant, step back
from sheer drop edges, surprise sounds and moves.
The pinnacle reached, ceases to enchant
so Sixth, race down faster than the adult
caution to be careful, faster than light.
Seventh, fall asleep and miss canoe rides
and second swim, the clean-up and packing.
Re-a-wake, hot, at the ice cream stop.
Vanilla cone in hand, watch out the back
as distant hills recede, family day
already fantasy in red sunset.
Posted for my prompt
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast