Smoothly flowing along the soft run

Flowing breathless in the morning sun

Along this flowered, sweet dream

I take in the view on this silken stream

Approaching the whitewater’s froth

Drank in like nature’s rapine broth

Reveling in the exhilarating stock

As the water splashes around the rocks

The rapids churn in their aqua aeration

Giving to me their bursting inspiration

A feeling that won’t soon start to fade

As my kayak skips through the cascade

In the uninterrupted stretch of reach

Until lunch when I’ll stop for a moment’s beach