‘Lost Lake’

I am an avid supporter and defender of Save the Lake, DePue. I have a passion for writing, and in my free time while not teaching fourth grade at DePue, I write poetry.

Lost Lake

“As i lie on my death bed,

No one seems to care.

Many stop by to visit,

But I don’t have a prayer.

My days are surely numbered,

Others ‘bodies’ flourish and grow.

What has become of my legacy —

Lost beauty — only I can know?

The ‘Big Wheels’ Keep on turning,

Not the ones I loved so dear.

Today they turn their backs on me —

Deny help from year to year.

Days of youth and thunder

Are gone now from my reach;

My life, my wealth, my being,

These things I so beseech.

Next time you throw that rock at me,

Or beat me with your oar,

I’ll remember to stand proud and true

Like the Lake DePue of yore.”

Clare Zoran Gonzalez