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Floating Down the Dan
by Tony WhitakerFloating down the Dan
our canoe rushing round the rocks
down our mountain river
recent heavy rains
give strain to distorted smiles
full of fear
as we give thanks
Our two-man craft
distorting oars
thrust into torrents
holding motion in our arms
laughing loud, like
soft, mad children
water splashing faces
leaving traces, in our wake
as we float down
said watery road
Sentinel boulders
fallen trees
holding fast the
flotsam and jetsam
stirred from earthen
or manmade moors
to a new berth
until nature
decomposes
disengages
or sits for ages
as the sun and weather
break atomic bonds
and disappear 09/14/2007 Author's Note: I use to love to canoe down the majestic wooden rivers of North Carolina...
Posted on 09/14/2007
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/15/07 at 04:05 PM I love this float trip - the "canoe rushing round the rocks", the "laughing loud like soft mad children", and the eventual decomposition at the end of all that floats the river, hangs there, and disappears. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 09/15/07 at 08:09 PM Thank you for giving us this 'birds-eye-view' of your trip and experience. The words you used brought this reading to life in the mind of this reader. Aloha to you from out here, somewhere in the middle of the deep, blue Pacific... alisa ;-) |
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