Jordon 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