Tubing On the Cannon

Echoed giggles remain hysterical in Spring Abundant greenery grows tall along the river Both sides of the banks merge their foliage Connecting branches together overhead Trees become an arching canopy above it all Creating shade for children paddling on Now bouncing on the Cannon traveling down On inner tubes absconded from some ugly trucks Filled with air to carry them to who knows where Dark waters run cold and deep in Spring People don’t mind because the sun is hot The river keeps them cool on Summer’s path Soon to come again around the bend The mountain takes a breath of fresher air Winter melts along the river distance in a mist A cold dip, another drink, steeped in mystery Slips into a dream of drifting Beyond the twisting and the winding Spinning from the past into the future We all sail on together in a song worth listening to Ducks and fish and even bugs float by Who just happen to be there for a good time On the fly Tubing through the narrows splashing Try not to get wet while laughing On an adventure bending space and time It goes on for hours if not longer Sometimes forever if you sing along and try *Authors Note: Cannon River- Minnesota. I have never been there but I understand it is a blast.