Peaceful freedom,
Messing about on the river,
River tubing, a lazy watery day,
At first going the wrong way,
I need a helping hand,
I am not making any ground,
Just spinning, around and round,
Doing dog-paddle,
A splashing water sound,
Let the current take you.
It was decided, time to take a rest,
On one small sandy river island,
We heard birdsong and crickets.
If we had a tent, we could free camp,
Short stop: a group photo shot.
Tubing with the river flow,
Passing fishermen and boats,
And other islands, not remote.
Let the current take you.
Fred Williamson
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