Though kayaking is the vogue, I continue to prefer the canoe. I have an Old Town Royalex canoe and a Mohawk fiberglass canoe. The only thing that keeps me from taking them on my outings is the heaviness of them. My next boat will be an Old Town Pack canoe, light enough to carry.
I was at work and saw this customer walk in with an Old Town Tee Shirt with the nine bow ends of the Old Town Canoes. That got me to thinking about my canoe upon the rack back home.
The nine bow tee of the
Old Town canoe
Upon the man with the
left-crooked shoulder
Told me it's time to
Seek the blue waters
where the old crook
Paddlers ne'er grow older.
V tracks of Chippewa fan
out upon the smooth
stream as the bending
branch sings in muffled
shouts of splashion against the
scratched up stern.
Still the stroke but as the
waters narrow the V converges
on the closing banks then
returns to rock me in the wake.
And I am supple and the
muscles lean as the
crook lowers strong.
Old Town of old men with
the bending blade
The long to paddle through
to the dawn's desire
Slipping silently past the
clamoring crowds casting nets
Sinking them wholly in the
converging V.
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