Rowboats and Canoes

Rowboats and canoes,
Bobbing on a muddy creek
Or splashing on a lake,
Bring me news I can absorb
And use when feeling low.

There's not a thing I'd rather do
Than shove off from the shore
And float downstream in easy stages.

Days turn into weeks,
Weeks turn into months,
Soon the summer's gone...

But I have memories
Of idle time well spent.

The rent, the bills, the daily grind
Are all forgotten when I find
Myself behind an oar or paddle.

I don't need a saddle on a horse,
I don't need a seat behind the wheel
Of a shiny automobile.

Provide me with a keel
Sliding through the water
And I promise I will feel
Like going for a cruise—

It's the boating life I choose!

©2016 Michael Fraley

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