There were three of us in the boat <br />We were up the creek <br />We had no paddles <br />The mangroves were a good way off <br />designed with toughness and bite <br />There was a great mudflat in front <br />Vastly open and visible <br />The water was dangerous <br />Full of you know what <br />Then they came flying over <br />Single line formation <br />Low and fast <br />from out of the deep north <br />Like they had yesterday <br />But yesterday they flew on <br /> - <br />Today they spotted us <br />One broke formation <br />Banking to the left <br />What to do, what to do <br />Into the river onto the mud <br />Apart or together? <br />I held my breath deeply <br />As cold water kissed my face <br />And salty seep crept gurgling <br />Into me.<br /><br />Geoffrey Fafard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/up-the-creek-no-paddle/
