A poem for Lake Superior
Doing hours, doing time
Where falling down is a crime
Getting old, getting tired
The stairway becomes more of a chore
The kids berate you for holding on
Like a piece of steel or granite
They don't understand a man that won't kiss their ass and turn that sweet charm on
Just a woodland creature bobbin in Neptunes World
That Ancient blue inland sea that makes you shiver in it's ice cold dance
Paddling, eating, dreaming is the only place I belong
For each trip I make, I sink a treasure chest to the black depths for safe passage
A gift of ancient crinoid, colored glass of green and orange, a pearl necklace, coral fossil, a nautilius from Sanibel, a sea shell from the mouth of the Mississippi, a bag of B.B, pellets for shooting golfers in the butt, a piece of ancient dinosaur poop (it hasn't been verified but I'd like to think it is)
I am hoping Gitche Gumee and I have the same sense of humor.
With Love, Troy.
Poem from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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