Selected Canoe Poems
This canoe poetry is free for your use. All my poetry about canoeing may be used without charge (as long as I get acknowlegement as the author). Lenny Everson - everson@golden.net
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The evening waters still as space
And as clear as London gin
I sit beside the fireplace
Down at the One-Pine InnThe residents murmur quietly
And inspect my tender skin
Approving of the evening meal
Served at the One-Pine InnTheres dirt beneath my fingernails
And hair on my unshaved chin
But nobody seems to really mind
Here at the One-Pine InnThe supper is stew, as usual
Served in a sooty tin
But its hot and filling and what I need
For my stay at the One-Pine InnI had to park my own canoe
And drag my own stuff in
And after midnight it gets right chill
In October, at the One-Pine InnBut the Management responds to all complaints
With an awkward lunar grin
And serves an after-dinner round of peace
Again, at the One-Pine Inn
Life is short
Time is long
Makes smooth bones
Of the strongHere, the feel
Of polished rock
Hushes thought
Stifles talkPause in paddle:
Spotted stones
Are old Earth's
Sunwashed bonesWater laps
At the base
Move on gently
Past this placeGranite's hard
But time is long
Makes smooth Bones
Of the strong