The following poem was submitted by Orillia's R. Peter Weedon. It's titled 'Couchiching Hum'
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Late spring sun has finally arrived
And brought new green growth
To adorn my canopies and property margins
The Lake has calmed itself now
The ice is gone and the water temperature is rising,
Submitting no longer to winds from the west
From the Big Lakes afar
Sitting from my lakeside deck I see peaceful water
I hear quiet chatter, I sense light air
I notice a male laugh and a female giggle, in response.
Way off on No. 11 the highway drone never ends
City noises infrequent my dominion
With first responder noises which fade.
The odd dog bark punctures my quiet
But not for too long as owner is quick to quell.
A power boat seeks to impress with engine strong
Just for a while with dissipation soon.
But the miracle is the consistency
The mourning dove calling way off
The quiet chatter of birds whose genus no one knows
The integration of all the Lake sounds
It pleases me, that
Couchiching hum.
R. Peter Weedon
Orillia
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