Boatful of Memories
Early morning shore
Early morning shore
Waves a lapping
Found my spot
After hours of mapping
In the distance
Coyotes yapping
At water’s edge
Duck wings a flapping
On the boat’s side
The waves are slapping
First fish caught
Child’s hands are clapping
To internal tune
My toes are tapping
My smile grows
Finger snapping
After long hours
My son is napping
The noon-day sun
My strength is sapping
Productive trip
Time to be scrapping
To the trailer
The boat I’m strapping
A perfect day
In my memory trapping
Better than Christmas
It needs no wrapping
Found my spot
After hours of mapping
In the distance
Coyotes yapping
At water’s edge
Duck wings a flapping
On the boat’s side
The waves are slapping
First fish caught
Child’s hands are clapping
To internal tune
My toes are tapping
My smile grows
Finger snapping
After long hours
My son is napping
The noon-day sun
My strength is sapping
Productive trip
Time to be scrapping
To the trailer
The boat I’m strapping
A perfect day
In my memory trapping
Better than Christmas
It needs no wrapping
Ken Goree
I like the flow of this poem. I found myself wondering how you would rhyme the next line without being too cheesy, and you pulled it off amazingly well. I wished I was there by the end with the joy that I felt from that scene.
ReplyDeleteNice job!