Backyard Boating
As springtime showers melt the snow,
Pools of water
Here, now grow.
Leading me to thoughts of boating;
In a kayak
I am floating,
From the garden to the swings,
(Sporting orange
Water-wings)
Past the drooping apple trees,
I navigate
Our backyard seas;
Moving through with slowest care,
Not recklessly
For too much air,
Could lodge me awkwardly, to straddle,
Low hung limbs,
Without a paddle.
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