went for a walk on a wooded island
where no one lives

heard a wild turkey
turkeying in the bush

saw a rainbow
of coloured mushrooms

the sun was shining hard
for mid morning in early September

and I could hear
a cornucopia of mosquitoes, flies, gnats

nothing has changed for me
I see the beauty

as nature rarely lets anyone down
but it doesn’t matter

what I hear on my soundtrack
is my Uncle’s laughing taunts

the sounds of my childhood
around my ankles in a weep

Michael Dennis

This is the next installation of the Peterborough Poets — Michael Dennis is the author of 27 books/ chapbooks of poetry. His blog is http://michaeldennispoet.blogspot.ca