Wednesday June 19, 1991 Lime Springs to Lansing Iowa Upper Iowa River, Mississippi River
Eighteen days and the journey ends
Well how do you feel my friend
Being on that water wheel is a great ride
Betrayed, trust, tired, hurt, hiding in the greenery
The navigation channel is not the river, the backwaters are the flow
Anything between the mountains is the Mississippi
The glory is the sun (Helios)
The trees cry out for rain
An eagle feather spirals down from the clouds and lands on the boat
The owl talks, the great blue heron scoops up a fish
Tom cats swimming among the stumps
Fishermen sitting slumped in their boats under the sun, waiting for that fish to hit their lure
These people are proudly naked to the world
People that love the human society of chit chat
When I am on the water I am the ocean, I am loved.
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