Saturday, August 15, 2009

Big Rideau Dreams
It was great to be near you again, old friend. Your cool touch
was absent for far too long from my dry, old bones. I baptized
myself in your deep and felt the wood of the dock round the
ball of my foot, nearly slivering me as I jumped into you.
Your view is always clear and serene. You help me to cast the
rod of my vision into your waters. Boats grazed upon your back
trying to navigate the greatness of you. You reflected smiles.
You glimmered the sun in your waves and ripples, seeming to
smile back.

Thank you for always accepting me with open arms.

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