Wednesday, December 2, 2015

rowboat

one man
in a little white rowboat
no longer than he was tall
you don’t see that very
often around here
all the locals have power boats
run-abouts and fishing skiffs
or the hot-rod cigarette boats
with their loud engines
and the sailors all use
dinghies with an outboard

a man quietly rowing
a tiny white boat
with shiny wooden paddles 
in brass oarlocks --
that was a peaceful sight to behold
he pulled up to a dock
near a small house
and disappeared


- tuesday, 1 december
advent 2015
Penns Landing Marina


4 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem, Marney, and loved your reflections, Dave. And your Thanksgiving sounds delightful. Who needs turkey when you have the Virgin Islands!
    Sue Westfall

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  2. Hello Marney .. It is Maggie ... nice I can follow you now. Nice poem <3
    Looking forward to read about your adventures.
    You look very good at the wheel :)

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  3. Following your journey where you both are good writers is a gift. You should know that what you are missing by being closer to shore and in touch is more dangerous winds than you may face there. Keep making good decisions and enjoying being masters of your fate. Back at home, it's not looking so clear on the horizon. Love love,

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