Near My River Home
Near My River Home
By dusk I slide the canoe down the grassy bank and step
into the wetness of my river
I call it my river because for some reason not many use it
at least near my home
As old Sol shimmers across the sunlit waves
burning warmly on the back of my eye lids
as when the shadows of cooling trees release the pleasing moisture of night
As all becomes the cool brisk air of an eve
I begin my paddle up the shore
Downriver and miles away a train moans through
on it’s freightline south
Soon the sounds of man retreat to a solemn memory
and water slaps against the canvas hull
My paddle and silent J stroke take me
away from the forest walls
And soon mother nature takes her course
and slowly she takes away mine too
As in the forest the deer move in
skittish bursts of speed evading the unknown
By the time darkness spreads her wings and turns
my direction towards home
I have counted six deer three ospreys a blue heron
and countless birdlife
Yet my stroke remains steady and silent and I never
even think about my fly rod
For who would disturb the sanctuarium of life
this aquarium of other world reality
By the time I arrive back home the air has
cooled considerably and the darkness fallen slowly
As I drag the canoe up the slope I plan my return tomorrow ?
soon soon soon
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Such a peaceful, lovely river. Great imagery and so emotive. I love it, Ed. Take care dear friend.
Nicely penned Ed and very descriptive with detailed imagery. One question: 3rd Stanza, second line…’up the shore’ should be perhaps ‘from the shore’ or ‘along the shore’. Cheers!