Below is the poem entitled A Ride Down the Thousand Islands II which was written by poet
Carson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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A juvenile little blue heron yells for its mate.
In a quiet manner, you pluck a reluctant leaf from its home.
This is not the world as god meant it to be.
A stingray races at an amazing speed.
No sign or sound of cars, buildings, or people
That will change.
Low enough to stand and reach out
Crush the vast serene painting the world it absorbs
It is not for us to cause more damage
The crisp leaf crumbles as it is grasped.
The kayak turns the corner in a graceful manner
Close enough to reach rub across its slimy skin.
A kayak floats in lazy elegance
Stress and with great speed throw it away.
The oar is placed across the bow
A brown behemoth emerges from the depths
Man already destroyed everything he touched
Paddling on, past the floating island
Branches stretch over the water forming a canopy
Water drips as it rises in the air
The sea cow basks in the sun
Wading in the water three feet away
Through the vastness of the Thousand Islands
The kayak drifts on in silence
Consider touching it, but hold back
A breeze pushes the kayak through the maze
A sweet smell replaces the smoky aroma of civilization