The Loon’s Cry
The Loon’s Cry
Outside the tent
Darkness and giant trees swaying in the wind.
The lake is moaning in it’s troubled sleep.
And far across the lazy lapping waves,
Above the crooning of the wind,
I hear a wild loon crying,
Like a weary soul alone in the dark water.
Inside the tent
Your gentle breathing,
Untroubled by crooning wind or wailing loon;
Your face is lighted by the embers of the fire.
Fainter and further away echoes the loon’s cry,
But now it is only the voice of Loneliness
Bidding me farewell,
As it passes into the night.
You stir in your sleep softly
And you turn to face me,-
And the loon cries no more.
Frank Oliver Call
Written in 1920
One of my favorite poems.
Isn’t it? 🙂
There is no sound I love more when I’m camping!
Me too! 🙂
The sound of the Loon is so inspiring. I have heard them many times while paddling a canoe across lakes in New Hampshire, Vermont and Maine as well as in Canada. They were the catalyst for my novel The Cry of the Loon – http://www.amazon.com/The-Cry-Loon-Christopher-Morris/dp/1460913582
I find the natural world to be an essential part of my life and my writing. Good luck with yours and I look forward to reading more of your blog.
Thank you and welcome to my blog.
Best of luck to you with your novel!
I’ve enjoyed reading some of your poems today. Not sure enjoyed would be the right word for Untitled but it was thought provoking. I’ve written poems all my life and find them very cathartic. I will post a few of my own soon.
wow this is beautiful. Amazing!!!
Isn’t it a lovely poem?
Sure is 🙂
I like this a lot 🙂
As do I! 🙂
Thanks for sharing this. I’d never read it before and I really enjoyed it. The images he created are wonderful. 🙂