Canoe with a View: :"Saga calling you old bugger". by John Adam

Canoe Poetry by John Adam

The knees go first
Followed by the hips
Memory is good
But the mind slips

Our aid memoir
The younger wife
Made it so far
What a life

Saga is now calling
You’ve just made fifty
We not slow down
We’re just not no nifty

My mind still wins
All those rugger games
From the touchline
Calling the ref names

But in my canoe
I am deemed and gent
A guy with knowledge
Yet not so hell bent

So now I’m here
Yes, not as young
But with all the answers
At the tip of my tongue

A little slower
A little more regal
I aim for the weir
And soar….
Yes like an eagle

Until…….
I land and the balance
Is good
Skill-less youngster
Face in the mud

Ok Dad, you old fart
You win
You’re not that old
Still bloody nuts to do as you’re told.

The open boat
For all whatever
Age and skill
All of us together.

Saga calling you old bugger.