Our Return to Old Washoe Lake

Old Washoe Lake
Our Return to Old Washoe Lake

Our Return to Old Washoe Lake


We spent the month indoors hiding from germs

where work and school have met a changing tide,

I tried to fight, not giving into ride,

to live a life where I can set the terms.

Though action found there was no real control

that these events are larger than my mind

the answers to these problems hard to find

the stress and worry taking out its toll.

My thoughts begin to move around the sage

to places where my happiness was great

the joy of children playing in the lake.

A time in spring when chicks would fill our cage

and Turkeys roamed our yard to wait their fate,

outside an occasional rattlesnake.



We hike to private beach along the road

and stumble on the rocks to reach the crest

of murky wave on sand where we will rest

and I will sit, my mind off heavy load.

A mother Quail hurries across our path

with young following behind every step

as we carry to beach our hurried prep

as children run into natural bath.

We are alone to play on Washoe Lake

my youngest floats on raft while sister pulls

from in front sharing laughs tender smiles.

A respite from the world memories make

the reflection off wave or screams of gulls

the movement of our lives through unknown miles.


So many days we’ve spent on murky lake

to swim in shadow of Slide Mountain peak

where songbird nests, up high, protect the meek

from tip of wave our splashing seems to make.

We know we will survive with days like this,

there is someone listening to my prayers,

to allow children moment without cares

to not think about death or who we miss.

Though world may change around us as we play,

in lake, in valley I have called my home,

we float and stare into the sky above.

We stay away from making of new day

to dig our fingers into Washoe loam

to re-examine terms of native lore.



My responsibility within reach,

a quick swim out, into the murky waves

where underfoot lies Rainbow Trouts lost graves,

these children playing on this hidden beach.

I hope that when you grow into adults

to fight with all your strength for better world

and grip heavy ideals before there hurled

into the crowd with faith in fair results.

Please understand that I am just a man

whose goal to share the beauty of this lake

and build within you memories of land.

This valley holds the dreams of my life plan,

a valley to call home my only stake,

a private beach where children play in sand.

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My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

2 thoughts on “Our Return to Old Washoe Lake

  • June 15, 2020 at 1:03 AM

    Washoe Lake is a wonderful place to build memories with family. We often go there to picnic and absorb nature. Great work on these verses, Jamie. I enjoyed reading.

  • June 29, 2020 at 7:41 AM

    Thank you Phyllis. I will always hold Washoe Valley close to my heart it was the first place I settled and called my families home. Jamie


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