And another poem!!

Written for a Creative Writing Class…

 

The Best View Ever

There is the dock where Bob the Dog paddleboards.

Up the shore the asshole on his jet ski cuts a figure 8.

Our little bay is clogged with water lilies every July

Inviting my canoe to glide ever-closer for a better look.

The sun sets behind the canopy of pines.

Will it be a better day tomorrow or another day like today?

No matter.

I am alone on a rock toasting the best view ever.

 

By Catherine Brydon, Bass Lake ON cottager

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