Before the stern man took unto him a bow partner, it was just him and his sit inside kayak.
Solo voyeur upon a sea of possibility.
Lots of fish within that sea.
Then one day upon the sea of tranquility drifts a damsel in a Dagger
and to his heart the double-blade goes..
Soon he is all about Kevlar and cruising in the
Wee-no-ah
Together with his bow partner
Bent blade doing that J-stroke
Tracking a straight line
As she lies back working upon the tan line.
And as the wealth increases
Its each man to himself
matching kayaks
each carrying his own load
then its
on to outboards and sundecks
and pontoons and deep waters
and grandsons and sun burns
All was bliss
Yet something is missed
The years go by
The job dries up
kids no longer paddle
Too young for pasture
For solace you return to water
Carolina Skiff long since sold
Downsized to keep from going under
Too stiff for the sit-in
Your thoughts return to beginning again
This beginning though not so bad
for it takes little money
You find yourself again wealthy
For you invested long ago
in a sixteen foot canoe
and it stayed with you
though all the other vessels did go
So you re-stain the old bent shaft
bending branches blade
re-cane the seats
brush up on the J stroke
To begin again your maiden voyage
Tan lines deep and bronzed beautiful.
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