She's never missed a single day
From the break of dawn till lunch time,
She circles the lake in the little boat of tin
No matter the weather; no cyclone could stop her
She peers intently into the depths
With a level of focus that can only be gained
When one is forced into unbearable grief,
The focus of someone with no other purpose
The barramundi don't visit this lake anymore
And the trouts and salmon have not been seen since
No new trees or plants are growing on the marshy banks
And the old ones are withering a lot faster than normal
It would seem that all living things have that instinct to leave,
They seem to know when a place has brought nothing but death;
The death of a man, and the disruption of love's bond
And the untimely loss of an old woman's sanity
Perhaps even the water has started drying up now
And one day they'll find what she's been looking for each morning
But with each day she calls with a higher sense of desperation
And the chances are rising that they'll be finding her too
But maybe the river's rapids will take her away,
Carry her to the place where she can be reunited
With the man that she hasn't given up on all this time
And they can sail together again, in the little boat of tin
Honorable mention
Silver trophy winner
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