Canoeing Poem by Thomas Plotz

I would like to, canoe with you
Listen to sounds of
Waves lap against the hull,
Little ripples dance and waver, to the slightest quiver
The flavor, the savor, salt and sweat;
Summer sun beads, and melts my head, from above

Doves will fly, as we glide on by,
Gently digging our paddles into clear cool river water
Propels us forward, with a gentle whoosh, then a tender breeze
Far from winter freeze

Trees will rustle, whispering a tune on temperate tied skies
Blue with patch of floating white, with heavenly dance;
As we prance, on by with-in our floating trance,
Daydreaming of our love…

T. Plotz
Canoeing
4 JUNE 2016

For AW, something that sounds like fun.