Ode to Scouts or celebrating a simple Boy Scout canoe trip

Ode to the Boy Scouts of America

originally written 3rd of August, 2016 to commemorate a camping and canoe
trip made by a local Virginia Boy Scout Troop (159) to New York State
 "May God Bless Our Uncommon Journey"









Star made, earth born, we fly this cosmos unadorned,
eyes glassed, peering for clues, checking signposts we have used,
adrift but tethered to this silky sea, wordless, and still on one knee,
we kneel and bow before the flow, at chiming silence, and what little we
know,

Everything ends and begins again, and circles ring a fertile glen,
petals fall and bicycle around, with heavenly aura this earth abounds,
our bodies cast in a mold of clay, our forms glow with a gold array
what precious life surrounds our niche, no matter how our frames exist,

free of time, tide, and chainemail too, even if there's zika or the flu,
we fly a flag, a banner held high, a liquid longing to be green and blew,
by brisk breezes blowing cloud oer earth, until we find our proper berth,
we ride the throne of all we feel, once we taste that hearty greul,

of wandering unfettered, save some gear, a bit of line, but free of fear,
of what is wild, unwired, and true, flowing craft propelled by how we hew,
our watery paradise of delight, buzzing life, unseen spirits join our might,
hail to all blithe spirits and brave scouts, eager for their uncaged bouts,

with a Creation not made by Man, unsullied by motor's din or ethernet wan,
so take some pleasure among the geese, on this fine earth and lake's placid
peace,
there is more to life than we can pan, especially if you're trying to tan,
and season your soul with God's great spice, and trying to paddle j-strokes
real nice.

So I doff my little cap off my five cent buffalo head,
and thank God for scouts with more sense than dread,
who know that Creation is meant to be seen and felt,
and look for what is precious in pool and velvet veldt.