Grandeur on the River

Leaning back in the canoe,
my face turned to the low,
winter sun, I rest my eyes.
 
The even and
meditative strokes
of the oars gliding
through the mirrored
spring water bring
calm and contentment.
 
Late morning on the river
is quiet…most birds and
animals having fed are
taking a siesta and are
hidden from our curious eyes.
 
One lone, stocky
alligator is spotted
on the shaded bank.  He too
is at ease and makes
no move as we paddle past.
 
My fingers drift lazily
through the cold water
and I lift a few
droplets to refresh
my warmed forehead.
 
Words have little
value here…a reverence
is kept for the sanctity of
this grandeur.  A chorus
of wind rattles a stand
of bamboo and my
heart flutters with joy
as I merge with nature’s
most tender gift.

Joe Hesch opens the bar for Open Link Night # 91:  http://dversepoets.com/2013/04/09/open-link-night-91/

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  1. What a lovely trip. 🙂 It makes me want to get out and canoe this spring – no alligators here, but plenty of herons and deer.

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  2. Words have little
    value here…a reverence
    is kept for the sanctity of
    this grandeur…i love that and have experienced it on kayak trips…far from civilisation, just you and nature and the guys in the other boats and not wanting to disturb the moment…its a wonderful thing…

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    • I love to be quiet and just listen to what is going on around me…if I’m lucky to not have noisy people nearby! It is a wonderful thing…

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  3. Words have little
    value here…a reverence
    is kept for the sanctity of
    this grandeur. …I love this.

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  4. a beautiful relaxing journey – loved this – K

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  5. it only took the first stanza to carry me away to a place of serenity and peace. I admit the alligator unnerved me a bit, but it did not stop me from trailing my fringers along in the water. a lovely piece.

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    • So glad this brought you a bit of peace, rmp. I grew up seeing alligators in lakes and rivers…they keep their distance and I keep mine.

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  6. I can see this and although I might not dip my fingers into the water, I can see why you would. Nice.

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    • Most “critters” in the water keep away from boats…they’re as eager to stay away from you as you are of them. Thanks, Renee.

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  7. Lovely. Reminded me of a boat trip I took in Aswan with the ‘bird man’. Peace and contentment:)

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  8. Beautiful…nothing like a canoe ride to feel a part of one’s surroundings. I live along the Mississippi, too far north for alligators, but this still resonates.

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    • It must be beautiful to live on that great river, Mary. It seems to bring a sense of peace just to look at a body of water doesn’t it (alligators or not)…

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  9. Very lovely Gayle, specially the last verse ~ Let nature rest and warm our hearts ~

    Looking forward to your Thurs poetry form ~

    Grace

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  10. Yes, take advantage of what nature is offering…it’s so nice.

    And thank you, Grace. I’m so honored to have been asked to guest host. Really looking forward to it.
    Gayle ~

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  11. I was there with you, Gayle, enjoying the beauty and serentity of nature and the river. I love how you fit in with the natural world, not the other way around. But, I am not surprised! I especially enjoyed that last stanza. Lovely piece. XO

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    • I’m glad you came along, Diane. I guess with what little contact I do have with nature I do tend to be a quiet observer. Quietness has allowed Scrub Jays to eat out of my hand…now that was a nature highlight for sure! Thanks for a very kind comment. xoxo

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  12. Like your other readers here Gayle, you took me along a journey with you as I trailed my fingers in the water.. Lovely imagery .. thank you for my journey.. 🙂

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