It capsized.
Plop. Right into Green Bay.
We were close to shore and could stand up. It was not scary.
Just a bit shocking.
The last time I was in a canoe.
It capsized.
Woops.
Right into a shallow river in Rockford Mich.
It was not scary.
Just wet.
I forgot about those spills
until I sat down to post these pictures.
| AS imperceptibly as grief | |
| The summer lapsed away,— | |
| Too imperceptible, at last, | |
| To seem like perfidy. | |
| A quietness distilled, | 5 |
| As twilight long begun, | |
| Or Nature, spending with herself | |
| Sequestered afternoon. | |
| The dusk drew earlier in, | |
| The morning foreign shone,— | 10 |
| A courteous, yet harrowing grace, | |
| As guest who would be gone. | |
| And thus, without a wing, | |
| Or service of a keel, | |
| Our summer made her light escape | 15 |
| Into the beautiful. ~Emily Dickinson Encourage one another, Donna |
Love the poem -- and you!
ReplyDeleteLOVE LOVE LOVE the pictures............funny, cute boating stories too. Hope you had your orange life jacket on! Karen F.
ReplyDeletePostcards pictures. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh, that poem. Not an Emily Dickinson I am familiar with and I just love it. "Our summer made her light escape into the beautiful." You have made my day.
ReplyDeleteDebbie Z.
Beautiful pictures, Donna! The only time I was ever in a sailboat it also capsized. In deep water, not to far from shore. I think I was 15 or 16. We had on life jackets. So it wasn't too scary.
ReplyDeleteThat poem made me sigh...I hate that summer is almost over.