Canoe Poetry by John Adam
When ever I have to face my devil and reassess my life
I take my canoe to water, to view and remove the strife
Ullswater a Cumbrian winter lake.
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by John Adam
When out at night
Without a light
The water's looking cold
It only takes a little effort
To find I'm feeling bold
The silent shh.. of water lapping
Is erie being on my own
A quite still world is mapping
Whilst I'm frozen to the bone
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Ullswater a Cumbrian winter lake.
Coniston my lake of  hope


And yet I'm ready
A sense of adrenalin onboard
To move in to my new world
Where lesser people have soared
My canoe, a mohawk
Awaits for my alight
A paddle to the ready
To the lake for that first bite
I look ahead
A picture thus unfolds
off the moon and shadows
Where the fells unfold 
And so with gentle push
A wake with secret hush
Is all for me to hear
As my soul, seeks my fear  
A rise a fall
Upon this wavy motion
A gentle sway of heart
Is all this magic potion  
In a gentle rythm
Of paddle and heart as one
Sends me on in venture
Captivating what I have done  
A cold gleam beneath me
Is pitch from deep below
But yet..
     I'm Conforted contented
No longer feeling low
Further from the shore I drift
In control at last
My emotion also in control
Negating a dark recent past....  
On wonder glory I am ecstatic
The orange glow glow above the hill
No shimmer of light or water
Like me the world is still  
Saga calling you old bugger.

The Yorkshire Canoe Trip Tail

Thank you for solitude