Jordan Pond Revisited

                                                           (forty-six years later)

                                                Waves so clear come splashing

                                                shoreward where bare volcanic

                                                Bubbles rise above green of spruce

                                                looking so western even though

                                                they couldn’t be farther east.

                                                Perhaps these hills will always be

                                                for me an anchor deep in time

                                                just a year before I left the East

                                                to live in Colorado where mountain

                                                lakes reflect those memories of old

                                                Acadia, seen through green of pine,

                                                rippling forever into depths of mind.

                                                                                 By Richard F. Fleck