down the stream of fellowship
into the breath of tranquility
close, mist laden shores
a million stars assault your sensibilities
the bend of the river deep green
chill rising in the warm still night
the pull of the paddles, duck weed parts
Milky Way rising, a mystical sight
where the river collides with the sky
rhythm of the paddles break the silent moon
dark hidden depths, Whitewater lorded
shores quiet chatter, a call from a loon
the music from a thousand nights
a solemn hymm only the river can compose
lost in a timeless rhythm
that only a paddler really knows
at one with the current
life in harmony, souls release
glide through the water with quiet dignity
wth each pull of the paddle ...
a sense of peace