The Canoe TripA Poem by NotAboutMeA trip down the Blackwater RiverThe Canoe Trip The sound of aluminum grinding over sand as our canoe slides into the stream The clunky sounds of paddles and gear as she settles in by the bow The cool feel of the stream on my feet as I push off from the shore The realization that being alone was worth getting up early
The sound of our small talk as we start out on our trip How nice it is to be out How pleasant to be alone How wonderful the passing scenery
The talk eventually subsides Except for occasional decisions To the left of the stump To the right of the rock
We don’t really need to talk We’ve been journeying together a while We’ve negotiated rough waters before Crashing into the trees along the bank we laugh
Lunch on a quiet sand bar along the stream Nothing fancy Strawberries and grapes for dessert I cool off in the water as she snaps a picture
The others, strangers catch up We wave and smile, exchange greetings Beautiful day Have Fun
Back on the water the mid day sun gets hot Our backsides eventually get numb A wonderful trip but enough is enough The simple joy of arriving at our destination
We pull the canoe ashore Drop off our equipment at the rental Back in our car Our journey continues © 2016 NotAboutMe |
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