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.
Right into a shallow river in Rockford Mich.
It was not scary.
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|
|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.|
Encourage one another,