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An Evening Paddle

The warm July sun trickles down through the clouds,
Kissing the clear clam waters of the lake,
My kayak cuts through the shimmering scene,
I float on along the deep green marsh grass,
Listening to the sounds of birds, frogs, and bugs all chortling about,
I pause my paddling to take in the wonder of the early evening.

Then sitting on a branch a Kingfisher!
No two!
My fellow paddlers all shout in glee,
As the two majestic birds sail off into the sky.

That’s when I realized there are lessons to be learned from the seat of a kayak,
Lessons that can only be taught on lake during an evening paddle.

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Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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