This Land for Sale...

Sitting by a lake
as little parts of me break off
and i go skipping stones
across the water...
Sitting among the pines,
the temperature is fine
and despite it all,
i hear my laughter
A beaver dam,
one hundred yards
from where i stand,
as crows fly overhead
with their black and darting eyes
and the caws and hungry cries
as they scurry across the sky,
searching, always searching...
Reach out my left hand
and find a bone
some fragile bird
that died alone...
There's magic here,
i'll take it home
for my magic bag..
another Talisman
of hopes and memories...
             04-07-10