Poem how I nearly drowned in Hells Canyon

[QuickHitCurepon]

"Downstream Havoc"

Watching the shore move slowly by,
Still, I rowed on mouth getting dry.
Arms getting as heavy as the oars,
Sweat streaming from my pores.
The river continuing on endlessly,
Still, keep on rowing.

Muscles churning,
Back breaking,
Sun bearing down on me.
Breath gasping,
Body crying,
Still, keep on rowing.

Relief in sight,
A long stretch of river,
Buried in white.
Finally, I moved over the lid,
Shooting the rapid.
Nothing to stop me now,
Still, keep on gliding.

Diving through waves,
Approaching the spot,
A large whirlpool-like fissure.
I yelp and want to miss her.
Watching the boat tip,
Tipping to the limit,
Hoping it will stop,
But not a bit.
Still, it keeps on tipping.

Surrounded by near darkness,
Trying to get out this mess,
I catch a glimpse.
The boat above and immense.
Suspended under the river,
Beginning to quiver,
At last, I see the sky.
But, keep on drowning.

 

[The Great Goose]

Yikes! Canoes will do that.