Evening At Bunganut Lake Comments

I hear a whisper of a nature lover's sad heart! Splendid Joseph.

Loons do seem to be the voice of the night, as you mention here. Would that everyone could hear that cry at least once to understand what we are driving from the world. Long live the wild.

Me too love nature... And this poem... Anjana

you are so lucky joseph to be so close to nature...lesser mortals like me have almost lost touch with nature except in the mind...i must be loony not to hear the loon call...love...nalini

Sounds like a nice place to be. I love nature, too. Nice poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb