Canoeing at Grand River
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“A stolen boat ride” - remember I did,
Rented a canoe to experience the bliss!
Enjoying Grand river is what we went for,
Hearing it’s too shallow for anyone to fall!
Hey! we are different, as testimony would stand,
With a hit on a rock, capsizing our plans!
My paddle just floated along with my thoughts,
When my knees just scraped, against hard rock!
The canoe got full and a bucket it became,
Getting harder to move, to any safe lane!
My cellphone did work, and I looked up above,
To thank good heavens that it retained its charge!
I called to the office and pat came reply,
“Empty the canoe, just do it - don’t standby!”
We pushed a little harder and got it to the shore,
Only to murmur, “It’s the wrong side, oh no!!”
We tilted it gathering all might that we could,
But water just gushed in and stayed where it stood!
At last we had some help that arrived,
To take us back in, but to the roadside.
We drove down a bridge we should have been underneath,
Does it matter anymore?
Doesn’t seem like, I think!
GRT Route No 20
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I just hope she is on her way now,
I need to be home; I am sleepy right now.
From one aisle to another, I walked so much!
Picking up groceries? It's anything but fun!
Granted, she is definitely one of her kind,
But that is no reason to run so far behind!
A twenty odd minutes is all she will take,
If I let her go, miles will pile my way!
With three bags on hand - all loaded to brim,
Walking isn't an option, I will break myself from within!
So, I will wait - whatever the time it takes,
For GRT Route 20, to come by on its way!
The black clouds just froze with fright,
Giving way for the mighty white light.
But diffraction is what took place,
Scattering all the infrared rays!
Several half minutes is what it took,
For the light to reach down and wear this new look!
A ball of fire at a distance did glow,
With deep streak of yellow!
Speechless I turned with this sight,
For who can tell all wonders of the light!
Seeing a tree from far away,
Does it have buds? Its hard to say!
But I just think I figured a link,
To "Automaton Theory", is what I think!
Seasons are but a finite four,
Spring, Summer, Fall and Cold.
Deterministic they have to be,
Whatever the path is deemed to be!
The cold Cold season just went by,
With freezing winds; snow and ice.
So its time for Spring to come,
In varied states of hue and sound!
Saturday walk in the park
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Not rain. Not snow.
Just flurries?
I don't know!
"Weird weather", as someone told,
Has just begun to take its hold!
Off to the park, I did go,
The water level wasn't anymore low!
Huge puddles I spot, on the side of the trails,
The mallards were happy, treating them same as a lake!
It was almost dark, I decided to quit,
Walking to a road, whose name I did miss!
Lit up it was, with a festive look,
But it was time to be home,
There is dinner to be cooked! :D
Four!
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A magic number indeed is four,
Keeping fishes alive beneath its fold!
Seasons of nature it does denote,
The square of an even prime,
Has this been told?
