August 17

Pawtuckaway Paddle

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Is there anything better than sunset

Viewed from a kayak on a quiet lake?

Not sure how much more lucky one gets

Being able to take this nature break.

Sunlight for exploring, there’s a ton yet

But people head in for their burgers and steak

Perhaps to care for a homebound fun pet

Leaving only me, the herons and drake.

Silhouettes and ripples and reflections

Take shape as the sun slowly yields to night

Bugs, frogs, and bird songs rise in perfection

And bat acrobatics start to delight.

It’s here I feel a natural connection

Made possible by the pending twilight.

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(A Sicilian Sonnet)

August 5

Fuzzy Planning

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Road trip dreams post work-day reality

Planning the vacation but not too much

Where might we bike hike kayak camp and such

So grateful for our commonality.

Work week starts and vacation brain sets in

With each passing day focus is lacking

Mind wanders to long days of backpacking

We can’t wait until the journey begins.

The week will go by too fast we are sure

Dreaming and planning extend our short break

Thinking of it each moment we’re awake

Oh, how many more workdays to endure?

We have maps and guides but won’t let them reign

There’s just one plan: to avoid the mundane.

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(An Australian Sonnet)

August 13

Surprise Snack

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Our for a paddle finding wild fruit

Kayak hulls knock against rocky shoreline

When we see the shrubs we make a beeline

Summer adventure with a snack to boot

Everything tastes better fresh from the source

And these small sweet dark berries hit the spot

It’s difficult not to grab the whole lot

Have to remember they’re all the birds’ got

One for us three for them without remorse

St. George Lake offers scenery for days

And many small islands to circumvent

Didn’t even need insect repellent

On Maine’s water with fruit we are content

Until the next time we paddle and graze

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(An American Sonnet)

June 22

The Longest Day

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With desire to view

The shortest night’s debut

We’re on the lake at twilight

From the seats of our boats

Time flying as we float

Sky shifts from washed-out to bright

A rainbow sans the arc

Daylight morphs into dark

We paddle into the night

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(A Balassi Stanza)