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Best Swaggering Poems


The Swaggering Schroon
Paddle down, it’s before noon,
on the winding river Schroon,
still see a sliver of the moon,
hear the maddened cry on loons…

Meandering through forest,
no wind here, the sky’s at rest,
mallard upstream, quite well-dressed,
onwards the canoe I press.

Ahead is a sandy spit,
stop and eat lunch for a bit,
through...

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Categories: swaggering, boat, imagery, mountains, nature,
Form: Rhyme

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