Rolling Rapids

I reached the roaring mountain river Forever racing fast against the wind Foamy white, the rapids called me Into the stream, I made descent Within a kayak, keeping balance Stroke by stroke I stayed afloat Upon the rocks, I overcame them With little damage to my boat The quiet now, the rapids dwindled A sullen calm, this springtime lake To the land I made direction For another ride that I could take I perched the kayak over my head Made my climb back to the top Placing it upon the river This riding now will never stop Until the darkness calls me from here I’ll ride these rapids without fear