WoodNCanvas
LOVES Wooden Canoes
With the balmy weather we had over the month of November up here in the otherwise Great White North, I got to thinking of the possibility of paddling so near to Christmas. So I thought I'd write this verse based on Twas The night Before Christmas...but from a canoeing perspective....with a bit of an environmental message....hope you enjoy....and I apologize beforehand as I obviously have way too much time on my hands lately LOL LOL.
Twas out paddling my favourite wood canvas canoe mere weeks before Christmas
The lake still being open with weather so balmy that no snow had yet come to pass
Still the water was more than quite frigid and so brisk was the early morning air,
Maybe too windy to be out in a canoe, but it wasn’t a gale force blow so I didn’t care.
I paddled over to the far side of the lake to where a river spilled in
Landing my canoe at the portage next to the whitewater roarin’.
I sat on a rock in the warming sun wearing layers of fleece under my old PFD,
Right next to the moving water, leaning my back up against an overhanging tree.
When further upstream there arose such a clash
I was startled, and slipped, and fell in with a splash.
My glasses went one way, my paddle went another.
Cold water went down my back….more than a bother.
The gleam of the sun on the river around,
Was lovely, but heck, I was going to drown!!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
One of those tupperware boats. Was my rescue near?
This bright red canoe had a jolly old fella, rather too fat to fit into a solo playboat,
With such a wide girth it was hard to imagine how his canoe could ever stay afloat
Even through the rapids he teetered, bouncing off each and every big rock.
This old guy looked to enough of his own big trouble, I thought with a shock.
But he slid in so slowly, so graceful, even stopping to surf the waves in one huge hole
As if none of the river’s challenges had ever required him to have to attempt a roll
And then he glided in softly, as smooth as can be,
Into the eddy, bothering nothing except maybe me.
And then in a twinkling he popped out of his craft
Like a cork from a bottle, I shouldn’t have laughed.
With flowing long hair and very scruffy beard, all of which were quite white
His unkempt appearance, complete with such frosted whiskers was really a sight.
He looked like he had been on the trail for far too many weeks
His canoe was covered in duct tape to prevent any further leaks
His paddling jacket encircled his ample frame
With pockets full of gadgets, too many to name.
He waded right in to help pull me out of the water where I’d fallen
He didn’t waste a second or even a minute standing around or stalling
Then just as fast back out in his canoe, twirling his paddle high over the top of his head
He chose to surf the waves or play in an eddy rather than accept my praise or thanks instead
Yet he still hadn’t spoken a word but went straight to his fun,
And he portaged his canoe back for yet another river run.
But before putting in, he turned to me and said “I got something to tell ya”
“I’m Santa Claus….although I’m still mistaken for that Bill Mason fella.”
He sprang to his red tupperware boat, out into the current with a good pushing.
And then he shot downstream with a splash and nothing from rocks to cushion.
Now I’d have thought old St. Nick would be more of a traditionalist in his choice of boat
Something all wood or a canoe of wood and canvas with a shiny red painted coat
Something in keeping with his image (and likeness to such a famous paddler of Chestnut canoes)
Yet it appeared that Santa had taken to the synthetic materials and much more modern views
But I heard him exclaim as he drifted almost completely from sight.
“Always paddle safe, and remember to keep your canoe upright.
I have a number of canoes and kayaks up at the North Pole
And my favourite wood canvas just isn’t the easiest to roll
Although I’d have far more room for all these gifts in a Prospector
These tiny play boats don’t have enough space to properly store
Now I’ll have to get used to making my deliveries by paddling a boat
Because a sleigh and twelve reindeer just never could float
With global warming and polar ice caps beginning to melt, raising water levels so high
Soon a canoe could be the only answer to getting around rather than having to fly
Although I admit it won’t be so easy once the snow has started to fall
But for now let me just wish a Merry Christmas to all.”
And with that old St. Nick was very much gone
His concern about the environment was obviously quite strong
But I liked his choice of a canoe of any type as a mode of transportation
So I’ll just add Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to the whole paddling population!!!!
Twas out paddling my favourite wood canvas canoe mere weeks before Christmas
The lake still being open with weather so balmy that no snow had yet come to pass
Still the water was more than quite frigid and so brisk was the early morning air,
Maybe too windy to be out in a canoe, but it wasn’t a gale force blow so I didn’t care.
I paddled over to the far side of the lake to where a river spilled in
Landing my canoe at the portage next to the whitewater roarin’.
I sat on a rock in the warming sun wearing layers of fleece under my old PFD,
Right next to the moving water, leaning my back up against an overhanging tree.
When further upstream there arose such a clash
I was startled, and slipped, and fell in with a splash.
My glasses went one way, my paddle went another.
Cold water went down my back….more than a bother.
The gleam of the sun on the river around,
Was lovely, but heck, I was going to drown!!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
One of those tupperware boats. Was my rescue near?
This bright red canoe had a jolly old fella, rather too fat to fit into a solo playboat,
With such a wide girth it was hard to imagine how his canoe could ever stay afloat
Even through the rapids he teetered, bouncing off each and every big rock.
This old guy looked to enough of his own big trouble, I thought with a shock.
But he slid in so slowly, so graceful, even stopping to surf the waves in one huge hole
As if none of the river’s challenges had ever required him to have to attempt a roll
And then he glided in softly, as smooth as can be,
Into the eddy, bothering nothing except maybe me.
And then in a twinkling he popped out of his craft
Like a cork from a bottle, I shouldn’t have laughed.
With flowing long hair and very scruffy beard, all of which were quite white
His unkempt appearance, complete with such frosted whiskers was really a sight.
He looked like he had been on the trail for far too many weeks
His canoe was covered in duct tape to prevent any further leaks
His paddling jacket encircled his ample frame
With pockets full of gadgets, too many to name.
He waded right in to help pull me out of the water where I’d fallen
He didn’t waste a second or even a minute standing around or stalling
Then just as fast back out in his canoe, twirling his paddle high over the top of his head
He chose to surf the waves or play in an eddy rather than accept my praise or thanks instead
Yet he still hadn’t spoken a word but went straight to his fun,
And he portaged his canoe back for yet another river run.
But before putting in, he turned to me and said “I got something to tell ya”
“I’m Santa Claus….although I’m still mistaken for that Bill Mason fella.”
He sprang to his red tupperware boat, out into the current with a good pushing.
And then he shot downstream with a splash and nothing from rocks to cushion.
Now I’d have thought old St. Nick would be more of a traditionalist in his choice of boat
Something all wood or a canoe of wood and canvas with a shiny red painted coat
Something in keeping with his image (and likeness to such a famous paddler of Chestnut canoes)
Yet it appeared that Santa had taken to the synthetic materials and much more modern views
But I heard him exclaim as he drifted almost completely from sight.
“Always paddle safe, and remember to keep your canoe upright.
I have a number of canoes and kayaks up at the North Pole
And my favourite wood canvas just isn’t the easiest to roll
Although I’d have far more room for all these gifts in a Prospector
These tiny play boats don’t have enough space to properly store
Now I’ll have to get used to making my deliveries by paddling a boat
Because a sleigh and twelve reindeer just never could float
With global warming and polar ice caps beginning to melt, raising water levels so high
Soon a canoe could be the only answer to getting around rather than having to fly
Although I admit it won’t be so easy once the snow has started to fall
But for now let me just wish a Merry Christmas to all.”
And with that old St. Nick was very much gone
His concern about the environment was obviously quite strong
But I liked his choice of a canoe of any type as a mode of transportation
So I’ll just add Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to the whole paddling population!!!!
