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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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!
writing in north norfolk 
Thanks for participating with a lively poem based on the song. Love the word birl!
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Have a look at the link I shared in an other comment of Liz Lochhead using the word!
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I will definitely look at the link. Thanks for adding to the story. But then that’s tales — continue to be woven.
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I love your lively response to the Log Driver’s Waltz. Isn’t birl a brilliant word. Thanks for participating!
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Liz Lochhead, the Scottish poet, uses it in a poem about her first day at school, when her mother ‘birls’ a scarf on her! Here’s a link to a wonderful video of her talking about it and reading it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2PfrDrAIR0
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Looking forward to it.
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Love your response Kim, beautifully done.
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Thanks Michael!
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So sweet!
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😊
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