© 2011 by Nancy Lee Kramer
Ligonier
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In this place a bubbling twisting creek
slips icy, crystal clear.
Mud footprints hint of wildlife,
mice, raccoon and deer.
Fragrant musty layered leaves
piled high for many years.
The sun peeks through in patches,
and the dew drips off like tears.
In this place the mountainous terrain
is challenging to travel
The trails are formed of roots and stones,
rust-colored sand and gravel.
A majestic emerald canopy
dapples the ground with light.
This would trouble many plants,
but ferns grow with delight.
A canyon, tiny waterfall
eroded sheets of shale.
This place is timeless, changeless
always sameness without fail.
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Pelican
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Majestic in the air
this oxymoron flies.
His awkward physique masks
skill and deftness in the skies,
Soaring low with outstretched wings
on breezes dips and wheels
Closely scanning waters
for a shimmer, glimmer meal.
When quick enough, most times he is,
he hits the surface fast.
Salty spray shoots all about
like ancient birds of past.
But when the meal has disappeared,
He changes form and flight
And flips his webbed feet forward
and softly does alight.
Then bending up his crooked wings,
He folds them at his side,
And nestles on the water,
Bobbing on each wave he rides.
Nancy Lee Kraemer has worked in the cardiac lab at St. Clair Hospital for over twenty-five years. She earned English and education degrees from Pitt and Duquesne and has taught for seven years at Keystone Oaks High School. Poetry is her passion.
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