~~Barbara~this poem takes "me" back~raised in a cabin, swamps edge, crawl through black flies to the Superior shore line~

~~martin~~

Barbara,

Having been born in Ohio, Lake Erie played a roll in my childhood--thanks for the memories with this excellent write! :)

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)

I never could spell the indian word for Lake Superior, but when I was in my pre-teens, and before the dark years were forced on me, I lived in Calumet, Michigan, in the Upper Peninsula. I remember walking about a ½ mile to the Lake's edge, and watched the boys chase frogs, and catch fish, sitting on the rocks, with their toes in the water. I remember watching the freighters as they passed by, coming from Superior mills. Those days are all I have of REAL fun and freedom to be me. Then I was clamped in irons and thrown without mercy, into state institutions because my mother and the powers that be, wouldn't allow this girl to be me. I agree with Ed and Taylor, wonderul imagery of nature at its most beautiful moments. Thnx for sharing Barb. May the Lord Jesus bless you and yours, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, stubborn to a fault, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your litle terrified den sister, Barbie



"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."

I am really into nature this is wonderful.

Wonderful imagery, Barbara, and a great great Great Lakes photo!