THE WOODS
Were there with trees
Paths, deer
Just there
Until a breeze
Took our hands
And led us away
From the noise
Sirens, bikes, buses, trains
Highway roar, trucks, gunshots and cars
Took their leave
This, we realized
Is what the family came to vacation from
And what we all thanked Carole for
Here is more
Barothy’s manicured Michigan retreat
Lodges
Ponds, river
And islands
A favorite harbored geese
Peacocks, ducks and a swan
Waddling, hissing
Do not tread on
Our gaggle space
The woods were there
With opportunities
Kids commandeered the hot tub
And pools
One with water
The other, a table
Billiard balls and cues
In the evenings
A board game crowd
Loud
During the day
Ponds with fish
Nibblers, smallish
Caught our kids
Magnificent uncles
Eased nephews and nieces
Into the icky fishy tasks
To catch and release
Tennis?
Basketball anyone?
Playing catch?
Coaches and players
All available
Watch Zander demonstrate
His behind-the-back dribble
The woods were there with the Pere
Marquette
A Keefe Kamp Kayak Crew
Took a river tour
Launching one at a time
Heading to the bank
Directly across to sort through
What paddles do
And how to head down stream
Meanwhile
Captain Aaron
Drifted Meme and Papa
Down the river to see
An eagle, its aerie
And an early salmon run
Frequent pauses
A trout try or two
But mostly
Two with son
Were you an early riser?
Did you turn off the overhead fan?
Or the fireplace on?
Help start the coffee?
Wait quietly
As the morning excitement wandered down
One by one?
A few slept in
(They know who they are)
Their rule:
What you do, or don’t do
On vacation
Need not be an issue before noon
The woods were there with bees
Blake, stung among the flowers
At the swimming pool
Tried his seven-year-old best
To keep his cool
Evening cocktail hours, for sure
On the back porch overlooking the river
Look down to see
Who is fishing today
Or out front under a nest of mourning doves
Fledglings, perched
No hurry to move
Late week
An urban break
Lured by the attractions of Ludington
A huge beach, for the young
While the adults took
A lighthouse breaker walk
A half-mile out
Keeping cameras dry
The same walk, half-mile back
The woods were there to share
A last night birthday cake
The oldest member
Maintaining his pace
Banked another
Then we celebrated
From the youngest on
We were made to stand up front, alone
And hear the noisy group decide
How well we played
With others
Then make a selection from
The pool table awards array
On check-out morning
We worked to untangle the clan
And get everyone into
Their proper vans
Cars or SUVs
With all their gear
As well as several bags of returnable cans
Last minute photo ops
Then
“Goodbye, woods”
Will you stay?
And be here to greet us again someday?
DRK
11/27/17
4/11/18
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