Crater Lake is clear, deep and blue. <br />I've called it home since don't know when. <br />Thirty foot tall tree stump, I do <br />Be bobbing waters all again. <br />Boaters keep an eye out for me, <br />Tourists do want to check me out. <br />Guess I am a celebrity. <br />I am kind of unique, no doubt. <br />Prob'ly a hemlock, I am told. <br />Most of me underwater stays, <br />Kept preserved by the icy cold. <br />Above, four feet bleached white I raise. <br /> <br />Floating with currents give and take, <br />I'm called the Old Man of the Lake.<br /><br />Ima Ryma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-man-of-the-lake/
