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
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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!