(Part one)
There comes a time one wants to run away
anywhere, somewhere, to escape the rats race
perhaps slipping off onto the river, on to the bay
without sharing a word, not leaving a trace.
With the least of things, hardly anything more
Possessions shipped ahead, money in the bank
Plans made early on, navigation a known lore
no more worry no more costs to the tank
Just drifting away in the well-made fishing boat
looking forward to the peace and quiet
camping along the way by water's cloak
soft bubbling ripples, crested waves of white
His friend hid necessities up the stream
at predetermined places hidden away
with his Bible lessons, food, and team
messages found at the end of each day.
Sam kept a revolver, flashlight, and gear
to fish, catch and release, with a grin
meds for allergies, first aid, a phone for fear
in case of emergencies, never know when
looming canopies of bended trees, so cool
shaded him from view, birds singing
na're a person, animal, or sound from a tool
warm sunshine bounced in dance winging
his day began by early morning dawn,
heat and humidity, leaving it no mind
sipping water, a beautiful fawn
the moon now bursting forth, so kind
Drawing near the first drop off now
paddling softly, dropping anchor so slow
eyein' the bent, thick brush, a cow
with her calf and a bull in tow.
They ignored Sam and sauntered the trail
his friend's parcels tucked under the brush
tent, food, and a washing up pail
finished his day praying in beauty so lush.
Birds singing their songs, sun shining bright
drew him from his cozy bed, to find
a pot of hot coffee in the dawn light
a message too, from his friend, easing his mind.
Quickly he ate the breakfast and woofed coffee
till he could hold no more
folded the tent and tossed it along with the toffee
into the boat, as wind and rain tore.
Thunder and lightning came on with hail
but Sam put the tent to use, over his bod,
that was large and strong, but frail
cancer was tailing him, faster than a hot rod.
He parked under a huge stone bridge
dodging the storm best he could
and when it was over, walked up the ridge
To get a better view of the rainbow, like he should.
An angel, he thought, hugged him tight
after seeing strangers down below
and read his Bible with him out of sight
saw the strangers leave, and praised the angel show
(PART 2 COMING IN MARCH)