Indian Island
We were trying
To get across the bog
We didn't boat
That would float
Gently across the bay
Anyway, I'm not sure we made it on foot
Sinking turf, rising water in our wake
Cursing each other on the mistake,
On this adventure, that ruined our shoes
Happy Birthday Sara
Have a wild or peaceful day
T. Plotz
Island Crossing
7 December 2017
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