The Rivers Welcome
As I paddle through silky black onyx
Trees bow above me shielding me from the sun’s rays
A mallard swims before me leading the way
The fish all jump for joy
As a wood pecker taps his warning to the insects
Inside an old willow whose branches drape low overhead
The bull frogs sing with delight
As day gives way to night
And crickets chirp their squeaky song
Singing all the nightlong
Into this wonder land I cautiously approach
For it is I who does encroach
I paddle through this dream, or so I thought
When startled by a deer with fraught
My senses to reality did gain
When I realized I must return
To the monotonous and mundane
A return invite I hope to receive
To this wonder land of make-believe
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