September 4, 2017 No Comments

Wasn’t watching out
Thought the water was higher
Apparently not

I blame the bowman
He has the better vantage
To see obstacles

We hung up a bit
Tilted and turned the canoe
Left a nice white mark

Every scratch a tale
Every scar a memory
Burned into my mind

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Written by ScouterDeryck
Poet, Paddler, & Dad. Bass trombonist. Tenor. Outdoors Guy. Salvation Army Soldier. Canadian Staff Songster. Scouter. Teacher. Composer. Paddler Music. Living the dream in @Ptbo_Canada.