White Water Waltz

Where waltzing white water bumps and grinds timber

The feet of log drivers beat out a tune;

Maple leaves fall and are swept down the river

To the song of the rapids by the light of the moon.

It was under the moon I first waltzed with a log driver;

Stepping lightly, he kissed me and taught me to dance

As we birled down white water on a raft of fresh timber,

To the sound of the rapids and their song of romance.


© Kim M. Russell, 2016


Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Music Prompt #60: The Log Driver’s Waltz by Kate & Anna McGarrigle

Today we are letting our imaginations birl* down the river with the log driving man. Adventure. Out of Doors. Romance. Nostalgia. Dancing. Rivers, lakes, streams. Wood. Trees. History.

*birl is a Scottish word meaning to spin or whirl!

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