A Poem by Vera S. Meyers

Season's End

The wind at Lipsie speaks to me

In lapping, white capped waves;

It's voice is changed as every tree,

Grotesquely misbehaves.

It tells of summer past and gone,

In autumn's rustling leaves;

It threatens, "Winter's coming on!"

This most emphatic breeze.

It dries upon my saddened cheek

A straying, heart-felt tear;

"Don't stay!" it warns, "the winter's bleak!"

"Go home! Come back next year!"

Subdued, I'll heed the wild, wise wind;

In city's warmth I'll dwell,

But Lipsie's charm he'll not rescind;

It's hard to say farewell.

--Vera S. Meyers

October 3, 1956

 

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This poem was sent to us by Steve Meyers. He and his family have a place on the east side of Lipsie Lake, just south of Jon and Grace Huth. The poem was written by his grandmother who used to summer at Lipsie in the 1950s and he says that one of the things she enjoyed doing was writing poetry. She wrote the following poem and it has hung in their cabin since that time. He feels that it is especially fitting at this time of the year to share it with the other homeowners on the lake. I agree -- and I’ll bet it will be hanging on more Lipsie cabin walls soon. Thank you, Steve, for sharing this beautiful poem.