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Tubing On the Cannon
Echoed giggles remain hysterical in Spring
Abundant greenery grows tall along the river
Both sides of the banks merge their foliage
Connecting branches together overhead
Trees become an arching canopy above it all
Creating shade for children paddling on
Now bouncing on the Cannon traveling down
On inner tubes absconded from some ugly trucks
Filled with air to carry them to who knows where
Dark waters run cold and deep in Spring
People don’t mind because the sun is hot
The river keeps them cool on Summer’s path
Soon to come again around the bend
The mountain takes a breath of fresher air
Winter melts along the river distance in a mist
A cold dip, another drink, steeped in mystery
Slips into a dream of drifting
Beyond the twisting and the winding
Spinning from the past into the future
We all sail on together in a song worth listening to
Ducks and fish and even bugs float by
Who just happen to be there for a good time
On the fly
Tubing through the narrows splashing
Try not to get wet while laughing
On an adventure bending space and time
It goes on for hours if not longer
Sometimes forever if you sing along and try
*Authors Note: Cannon River- Minnesota. I have never been there but I understand it is a blast.
Copyright ©
Earl Schumacker
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