World Poetry Day is today!

In Celebration of World Poetry day I will post a poem I wrote this past fall while vacationing with my good friend Dave at his lake front spot in Port Burwell. It's an old fashioned style poem/lyric but a bit of fun that may yet become a song? Who Knows? Enjoy,

Ian

For Old Erie - Ian Gifford 10/15/2010

It's a sleepy little town,

The stores are all closed down,

And the boats are no longer coming into port.

Yet the green is barely turning,

And the sun still fairly burning

Till a stiff wind comes barreling down from the north.

The quiet giants along the shore,

May twist and turn forever more,

But will they still if there are no eyes to see it?

A small town taken in captivity,

By the lure of the "Sand and Sea",

It takes just a cold Lake Erie autumn to free it.

For the Man that lives here still,

He may get tossed and he may be chilled,

Yet his passion for Old Erie keeps on burning,

As he stands upon his deck,

The wind whipping around his neck,

Like hands of an ancient foe, that keeps returning.

Now Erie will soon freeze over,

And from Port Burwell to Port Dover,

The quiet giants cast lonely shadows on the beaches.

So with the sailor's songs we'll sing,

Till we shall welcome back the spring,

We'll have Lake Erie in our mind's closest reaches.