Going to the Cottage on Lac Windigo, Quebec
We zoom along a busy highway
The pavement stretches far ahead
Our car is loaded with supplies
Buckets, sunscreen, homemade bread
The towns we pass grow ever smaller
A church, a corner store, a rink
Rusty tractors ploughing fields
We rumble through them in a blink
We finally hit the cottage road
Dodging potholes, bumps and stones
We jolt along the dusty track
Rattled right down to our bones
We pull into our grassy lane
I shake my brother wide awake
And through the trees we see at last
The glimmer of our sky-blue lake
We'll swim and fish and cannonball
Read with flashlights, late to bed
Build a campfire for our s'mores
The cottage days stretch far ahead
The pavement stretches far ahead
Our car is loaded with supplies
Buckets, sunscreen, homemade bread
The towns we pass grow ever smaller
A church, a corner store, a rink
Rusty tractors ploughing fields
We rumble through them in a blink
We finally hit the cottage road
Dodging potholes, bumps and stones
We jolt along the dusty track
Rattled right down to our bones
We pull into our grassy lane
I shake my brother wide awake
And through the trees we see at last
The glimmer of our sky-blue lake
We'll swim and fish and cannonball
Read with flashlights, late to bed
Build a campfire for our s'mores
The cottage days stretch far ahead
This poem is copyright (©) Karyn Curtis 2024
About the Writer
Karyn Curtis
Karyn is a former editor and columnist who has worked in communications, publishing, and speechwriting. A number of her poems have been published in Little Thoughts Press and have won prizes in online contests. She lives in Ottawa, Canada with her husband, children and two rowdy cats, and has spent many happy summers at the cottage with them (except the cats, by popular vote).
