Tubing On The Cannon

Drifting on a river into Summer and beyond.

Tubing On The Cannon

Echoed giggles remain hysterical in Spring

Abundant greenery grows tall along the river

Both sides of the banks merge their foliage

Connecting branches together overhead

Trees become an arching canopy above it all

Creating shade for children paddling on

Now bouncing on the Cannon traveling down

On inner tubes absconded from some ugly trucks

Filled with air to carry them to who knows where

Dark waters run cold and deep in Spring

People don’t mind because the sun is hot

The river keeps them cool on Summer’s path

Soon to come again around the bend

The mountain takes a breath of fresher air

Winter melts along the river distance in a mist

A cold dip, another drink, steeped in mystery

Slips into a dream of drifting

Beyond the twisting and the winding

Spinning from the past into the future

We all sail on together in a song worth listening to

Ducks and fish and even bugs float by

Who just happen to be there for a good time

Tubing through the narrows splashing

Try not to get wet while laughing

On an adventure bending space and time

It goes on for hours if not longer

Sometimes forever if you sing along and try

*Authors Note: Cannon River- Minnesota. I have never been there but I understand it is a blast.