If you’re going to shoot the
rapids
make sure that you don’t miss,
There’s nothing quite as
dangerous
than the rocks beneath the mist,
Its bends are sharp and frequent
the straightaways are fast,
they can toss you up into the air
and land you in the past,
I have seen some skilled
professionals
with those set out to learn
suddenly be up the creek
never to return.
The Mighty Wounded River
will treat you like a friend
then simply toss you overboard
a small splash at the end.
This poem is dedicated to
the Navaho brave, Little Splash,
whose canoe is on display along side
his empty teepee.
ZC
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