Tag: canoe
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Sonnet 1 – Billings Lake
Retreating glaciers carved the earth below,to leave a quilt of lakes upon the land,where winding threads of river shining flow,and birch and elm and pine take up their stand.Canoe, our passage in this ancient world,On bright-eyed morn, the water dark and glass,Wood paddle stroke creates a gentle swirl,The sunrise, pink orange blue, on surface cast.The…