Tuesday, July 19, 2011



Rima paddled her birch canoe
Down the raging Russell’s Fork
Took two hours to paddle through
But the river did the work

Her birch canoe was strong and light
It skimmed the waves and swells
The high spring runoff was a fright
But Rima maneuvered it well

She paddled around Mammoth Rock
She escaped the whirling pools
At the bend where logs had blocked
There were salmon swimming in schools

She loved her light birch canoe
It glided with each paddle stroke
Not like the ones in Virginia do
Where she had to row an oak

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