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Nestled picturesquely between two separate mountain ranges
in the centre of Northern Greece is Lake Kerkini, one of the
true jewels of European birding and the core of a Nature
Reserve that is a relatively unexplored wonderland of beauty
and biological diversity.
 I
am in the vicinity of dreams here beside this lake.
Fantasies of a life that is simply lived
flow in the
quiet air above the tepid,
slowly-moving waters.
Gently
they waft into my eyes,
allowing me to see,
serenity.
Peacefulness is here
amongst the reeds,
drifting over the water lilies
which are draped
across the shallows
like old paint, cracked and peeling
into the sun-loved air.
Here, where Ardeola
stands
like the finger of some drowning God
momentarily
pointing the way to life,
to freedom and to peace, peace
for my fact-and-technology-blinded mind,
Podiceps
cristata looks beneath the weeds
for what she needs,
and nothing more.
Live they cry,
these
quiet echoes of my sight.
Be and be blessed in the riches
that are free,
like the frogs and the dragonflies,
real
and alive
for
all their lives.
In The Vicinity of Dreams,
by Gordon
Ramel,
as published in Numbat Poetry Magazine.
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