Bid farewell to the Ground beneath our feet
As we prepare ourselves for a three day feat
Underneath the canoes the depths unknown
Upon the surface the faith we've truly shownSounds of Mother Nature, full of memories
Memoirs of the Mekong, calling forth to me
Mournful waves embraces the lonely shores
Symphony of winds playing it's cosmic loresThe rhythms so hypnotizing~~~^^~~~^^~~
Yet at times so traumatizing~~^~~~^^~~~
Her enchantment just begun~~^~~^^~~
Round and round we all spun~~^~~^~~^~Daring ripples race across crushing waves
As the leaves dances in the summer breeze
Down the Delaware Water Gap currents flow
When will it end, I don't know, I troll and rowClouds abandon us, left behind that raging Sun
Sat baking in canoe like hotdogs on a barbecue
When the gift of daylights becomes nearly spent
sought refuge at haunted campsite for the tents
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~~~row~~~our~~~canoes~~~like~~~warriors~~~
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~~~...~~~S~t~a~r'~~~'/\~~~C~h~a~r~a~h....~~.
..~~..~~..~~~~~~~~..../ต\~~ ~h~~~~~,................
...~..~~.'s~~ ~~~ ~ /am\ ~M~a~y~~.........~~~
~~O.n.e~~~~ / ever\~~ ~~n~~~~ ~~~.........
~~~...~u~~...~.'~ ~/critical\~ ~~..d..............~~~~
...~~n~~~...~~.''...../ person \~~~~a~~~...~~~.......
~<-T-h-a-i-l-o-r—'ออออออออ'~~~~R.i.c.h.i.e~~~~~
..~~~h~~..~~~~~''|on canoe |~~~~a ~~~~~ ~~~.
...~~~~o......~'~~' |has roles |~~~~~~...~~B...~~....
J.u.s.t.i~n~~~'~~~'อออออออ'~~~M~a~d~i~S~o~n
~~'e ~~ | speedy |~~~~~'~~...e~k~~~
~~P' ~~~~ | balance |\~~~~~~~....~y~~~
....~~~~~~i~~,,~~''ออออออออ~\~~..~~~..~~~L..~~
~~ ~~ ~~ c~~~'~\ steers '/~ \~~~..~~..~~..e~~.
.....~.....~.....k~~~~''\ safely /~~~\~~~~..~~..~~r...
J~o~h~N~n~y~~~..\ flow /.....~~'\' ~~~ ~
~a~~..~a'~~''..~~~~~\ออิ'/...........('')~~~....~~~
...~c~~..n~~..~~w''~ ~'\ล/~~~D~a~r~r~e~n~~~..
~~~k..~~c.'~~~.i~.~.~ .\/~~~...a~....~....~....~~
~~~~~...y~~...l~~~...~~~~~..~~n....~....~....~~....
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Cutting logs til my elbow locked, "one more chop"
Feeding that fiery beast until my eyelids dropped
Vampires of the forestry feasting into the night
Draining my life forces with every single biteTook shelter from them deep inside my tent
As one snuck in that I could not apprehend
I kept waking up during the witching hours
More like "wishing hour" as we got devourIn the moonlights tiny magical creatures appears
White and soft like snow drifting in the smoky air
Wooly aphid, angel flies, ash bug they are called
From the mouth of fiery beasts it seem to spawnIn one moment, we are enchanted by her serenity
Next we paddle away with much needed severity
Poems that can't be written, she's living poetries
Her stanzas echoes within life's deeper mysteriesWe are the passings ~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..
That she sings~~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~
We are the awaken~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..
That she sang.... ~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..
We are the rhythms ~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~...
That she sung~~~ ~ ~~ ~~~
We are the lyrics~~~ ~ ~~ ~~~~
Of her eternal songs ~~~..~~~..~~
~~r~~~~~~~~~.......~~~~~~......~~~~~~.....~~~~
~~i~~~s~~~...~...~'''Sing me to peace~~~y~~s~
~~''v ~~i~...''.~~~~..''Sang me to sleep~~~o~~o~
~~~e~~~n ~~..~~~..Sung me to weep~~u~~n~
~~...r...~~~g~~'.~'''Songs are so deep~~r~~g~

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The River Sings Her Songs
PoetryCanoeing trip along the Delaware Water Gap on a July Summer of 2019...the times it drifting by like the currents in the Rivers...