Took a trip to the great lakes November 1819 Just myself and some moons boots no one to accompany me When I got to the beach the sand had been frozen to stone And a sign warned that lamprey had taken the lake for their home Still a quarter mile out from the beach where i saw the first waves And a small group of lake trout had gathered to watch as I sank Under thick sheets of ice breathing pockets of air on the way. Each fish patiently waiting for me to remove their lamprey