» Kayaking Down the Peshtigo
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I went kayaking down the Peshtigo today. Thought it strange one could own such land where I'd play. I'd love to shoot McClintock Rapids again, But I can't 'cause someone owns the land where I'd stand. Yah, and Pete's our guide. He kept us all dry. Pierced in his brow, he knows what he knows well, But he doesn't know it all. I found a dead northern in five feet of water. Despite the current I used my paddle to get the body. Her body's slimy, his belly's white and floaty. The river's ripples made her look like she was swimming. Oh, I put her on the shore, for animals eat them... An im a mals eat fish. Those turtles snapping get to be two by a foot and a half. It's rarely rained here, the water level shows it. Dad lifts over rocks to get his boat back rolling ( I don't know why I sang "Jane". Think "Dad"). Today's the last day of the tours down the river. In early Spring it's Pete, the ice, and his sledgehammer. Oh, I look upon the shore - All red green and yellow...De de di da death of leaves. When Nick and I were younger, we filled in our forts with these same smelling leaves. |