This month Buckshot Dot is proud to feature a poem
by her 15 year old grandson Christopher Scott Johnson of Colorado Springs, CO.
This piece is especially pleasing to both Buckshot and husband Buck,
for it is about a special experience that the three shared several years ago:
"a wonderful hike up a steep mountain trail to a quiet black lake
where Christopher caught a beautiful big cutthroat trout."

Wheeler Lake

I sing of a secret place,
a mountain with soft water,
water so calm and gentle,
wet water waving from a stream.

I sing of the sights and sounds of the birds and trees,
the wind waving and whirling around,
the sight of fish swimming,
their fins sliding them through
the newly bloomed Columbine flowers.

I sing of the chirping birds,
the wind carries the sound for days,
the smell of the forest in the morning,
I will return to that secret place.
I will return again.

Previously Featured Poems