On this day Lady Lake is calm, her waves a soothing song, a gentle caress. On this day raging storms and surging ice are as distant as the hazy horizon. On the sun warmed rocks that pave the beach, I pick seven from among the millions and millions of smooth stones to build a small cairn. The stones, the seven and the millions, indulge me, and with them I laugh at myself, at this ridiculously human endeavor. I listen for the ancient stories of these water-worn stones. My labors won’t last but this cairn might stand for a day.
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It’s a mashup! Denise at Six Sentence Stories has presented “wave” and Charli at Carrot Ranch has provided “for a day”. Charli also gave me the day of the cairn on the shores of her lake.
This has a good feel to it
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It was a good day, from beginning to end.
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And it shows
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Beautiful. You brought me there easily…”On the sun warmed rocks that pave the beach,..”
Sounds like a wonderful day 🙂 Nothing more perfect than walking a beach.
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It was more rocking than walking. But yes, a wonderful day, a Superior day.
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I’d want to take most of the stones home with me 🙂
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I have a shopping bag of stones, each one of course special. Didn’t make a dent or a divot in the shore.
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Such a calming post this one is. Lovely scene.
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Thank you. It was a very calming time and place, so glad to share here.
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What a well-done mashup!
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Thank you. It was a pleasure to write.
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You captured the day! I love this line: “The stones, the seven and the millions, indulge me…” It’s captivating — all the stones and the few that make it to a pocket.
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You gave me the day. Millions of thanks for that.
Yep, there was a little cairn next to that rock angel indentation.
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PS, Norma is putting this on the updated poetry loop.
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There is nothing like the waves to set our thoughts in motion and nothing like a collection of rocks to entice us to build a monument. You usually construct with words. Why not rocks too?
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When in the keweenaw….
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