24 Hour Poetry Marathon Hour 17: “A Tribute to Kaitlyn Sutey “Shuttlecock”
the homes of the water
a wonderful face
never known
to be my place
But they celebrate memories
of times in the pines
and tree branch fishing
and sugar from rusty times
More laughter than I can
the shuttlecock lost again
no Muskoka chair here
a nylon strap chair’s domain
The bugs arrived early, again
seemingly never to leave
swatters rather futile in our efforts
so I decide to wear long sleeves
It’s hot and humid
but I endure
Being soaked in that old sleeping bag
but never regretting the cottage life lure
The creaking dock, weeds and snakes
remembering those shattering eeks
watch out for the broken rake
walking towards the bubbling creek
frying eggs, and munching hot dogs
taking short naps
and chopping logs
no hot water from the taps
Those starry nights, answered my dreams
the call of the loons
and rain in reams
as we run out of spoons
Canoes and runabouts, and the dingy that leaks
replacing the pane
from the raccoon that peaks
and rodents that reign
penning ideas on the deck
past joys, and all the sweat
on this decade of memory trek
of charcoal briquettes
