Drifting silently over the ancient forest,
with tips ,then dips like the strokes of an artist.
Following the reach shoreline, back and forth,
from that time on earth.
As white as snow in flight,
they spread their wings.
Silk feathers glisten,
as the distance brings
Thoughts ramble with down,
around in my head.
Best be heading back now,
the strong wind stuns my forehead.
The memory sticks of the four turns,
Will it fade,or go adjourned.
Time will tell,
the four turns.
Experience: It’s what you get when you were expecting something else.
Are you one with your canoe ?
** I’m on a road trip,not driving !!!
All too often all your knee jerking accomplishes is stubbing your toe.
Your views are important,we want to hear your POV as well.
Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow.
“The journey is what brings us happiness not the destination.”
― It’s another beautiful day on the Bay Of Quinte – Z