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Nanook's River Poetry | |
| Boulder's Riff |
I touched a rock for you last fall
down Bartibogue’s green alder hall.
I ambled with my trusty blade
along the edges of the glade.
I timed my green boat’s gentle glide
to skirt the stone on the inward side,
slipping sweetly by boulder’s riff
and grazing it for my ole buddy Biff.
Yet at once I am alert,
mind and body to reality revert.
I steer my boat in current’s surge
as rock and ledge swiftly emerge.
The fleeting dream I had that day
will never die nor fade away.
A moment in time, on river past,
A dream that will forever last.
Reach out and touch a rock
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Swan Song of the Snag |
Hear Nanook recite this poem.
