One Night, Adirondack
How Much Would You Pay
For One Night of Quiet Solitude
By A Crackling Campfire
Under the Stars
How Much Would You Value
One Night of Peaceful Reflection
Illuminated Only
By the Light of The Moon
How Much Is It Worth?
One Night of Complete Rest
Cloaked in Cedar Tree Shadows
Serenaded by Loons
How Much Would You Trade
For One Night to Yourself
Shared Only with Nature
Free of The World
How Much Would You Treasure
One Night Alone in The Woods
Drifting Towards Sleep
On A Cool Mountain Breeze
Just How Much
Would You Trade, Treasure, Value?
Just How Much
Is That One Night Worth?
How Much Would You Pay
For One Night
Adirondack
Photos by Richard Monroe
I would Pay
Right Away
For a ride
With you by my side
Even Though
I do not know
Who You are
Or what car
Would have you in it
So I could find it.
Bring beer
Thank you, Mr. Ott. A poem for a poem. I appreciate that. I’m not hard to find, my canoe is my car. It’s pictured above. Unfortunately, it’s a single seat ride, & I’m post cancer tube fed & don’t drink. So, while I enjoy meeting new folks up on the lake or in camp, please BYOB (both beverages & boat.) In the meantime-Best wishes for a Happy Holidays-Cheers!
Would there be a comma after the word cancer and before the word tube?
Nope!
cranberry1949@aol.com
I put this out once before _ it worked out ok.
It took me about seven beers until I finally displayed your photo on my desktop. How appropriate it is to have your canoe name “ADK Outlaw” displayed under that fingering full moon. NOW, that is poetic!
Having been fortunate to experience these wonders, I’d say priceless.
Mushroom Mike! Better start contemplating & planning what mushrooms will go best with an Adirondack Outlaw camp chef’s venison roast! Hopefully, we’ll get together in camp again next summer. Til then-have a great holiday season, & keep posting those great mushroom pics on TWITTER!
Richard, a truthful and contemporary Adirondack poem–one that asks questions and the kind that we are all thinking about. I believe to truly be called “Adirondack” poetry, the “Adirondacker” status of its author is not important, nor its structure, its content, nor its setting, etc.–it is a matter of perspective: “inside out” as opposed to “outside in”: i.e., the wilderness as at once vast and fragile, pristine but coveted, private yet public. That is what the essence of “Adirondack” has come to mean, for better and worse. I’m always impressed by your writing: truth to power.
(Impressed to be in the company of the legendary Mushroom Mike as well.)
All the best,
JB
Thank you, JB. Just for the record, the poem was written on scraps of paper & in my head while spending a night alone on the shores of Middle Saranac Lake, which is also where I took those pics. As to “Adirondacker” status, I realize you refer to my earlier piece. However, in that same vein, I just got news from my brother- he bought me a special surprise gift for my birthday (just passed)- a St. Armand’s “Hometown Heroes” banner that will hang near the Murray House I grew up in on Stevenson Lane in Saranac Lake! One of the(many) unique features of that house, is that not only do the Franklin & Essex County lines run THROUGH the…kitchen(?), the St. Armand & North Elba town lines do somewhere as well. (In fact- at one point while we owned it one of those municipalities that we WEREN’T paying taxes to actually put our house up for tax sale!). Anyways, as a result – I apparently qualify for a town of St. Armand “Hometown Heroes” banner (for which I am humbly grateful & thrilled). Thus, permanently cementing, I think, my “Adirondacker” status-leaving only my status as a true poet in question. And yes- Mushroom Mike is indeed legend. And trust me-he knows it! Happy Holidays!
To you as well, and happy birthday, Richard (my brother’s birthday was yesterday). And I’m glad to hear the news that, thanks to your own brother, your status as an Adirondacker is de facto secured in perpetuity. (Very interesting story.)
TRUTH to POWER
Does truth decide power of vice versa?
Beautiful. Love the photo. Living here in the Adirondacks, particularly during the pandemic, is priceless.
Priceless indeed, yet available to all, as long as we keep it wild. Terrific photo!