Primordial on the Waters, and Diving

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I can hear him

And I am nowhere near

Comes with pine fragrance

This time of year.

Comes with the memories.

Paddling of old.

Comes as the Father

Fakes some kind of injury.

Snake-like, bold.

Been with us always.

Trappers explore.

Beadwork on chest shields

Pipes smoked galore.

First Nations knew

Our Friend.

Diver who sings.

Yodels in nature joy.

Homesickness brings.

Couldn’t I go right now?

Leave for those waters

Mystic dark blue.

Night time his symphony

Captivates you.


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