The Canoe Trip

This morning we're heading for the wide open space.
Down by the river we'll find a nice place
Where the trees bend over in the heat of the day
We'll watch the fire dancing while the beans bake away.

Over the height, where the wild water falls
There's a lake that so special, where the whippoorwill calls.
That's where we're headed with all of our gear.
We'll set up our tent in the yard of some deer.

There's nothing like trailing across the flat plain
Of a mist-covered lake in the absence of rain.
There's nothing like pulling on paddle and pack
In a pine-scented forest that's hidden out back.

There's a blending of spirits, a blending of hearts
With each new horizon when a new day starts.
There's something 'bout wilderness, allowed to be wild,
That brings close together a parent and child.

copyright 1995 - Dave Martin

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