Ericson's Lakeside Resort

It's a destination no one wants to visit
Anymore: a run-down sand pit lake resort.
It doesn't have a water slide. You couldn't
Buy a beer or much to eat, hot dogs and ice
Cream cones. It got to be the kind of place
Where only rowdy kids would swim, and they
Ran off the folks with cash. It closed about
A year ago. I passed it on my motorcycle,
Stopped, and jumped the chain link fence, then
Wandered by myself along its weedy beach.
The snack bar has been boarded closed.
Some picnic tables have been heaped against
The restrooms' outer wall. Noplace I've seen
Seemed so forlorn. I sat and thought of all
The times my family and friends and I had come
To swim, to stare at girls. I guess everything
Must change, and what is new and flashy will
Displace the older, plainer things, and more
Than one blue-collar kid went off to college,
Settled somewhere else, and sometimes rides
This way, nostalgic for a destination he
And everybody else abandoned long ago.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-07-03 at 20:17

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very well described, Larry.

We like how the poem begins by noting a few absences, drawing a clear contrast with the resort today. The thoughts towards the end are well expressed too. We have missed your direct style; it is appreciated anew :>)

Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Poignant without being maudlin, direct and potent as always.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
You seem to create nostalgia without being nostalgic. It's matter of fact, things change.

This is vivid. These last two poems are hitting home.