Dipping in the Waters of Song

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The song, my paddle sings begins slowly
drifting in the morning breeze, freely
turtles basking in autumn’s golden sun
from an oak, a web glistens freshly spun

through the mystical lens one can see
magic resides in the old sycamore tree
perched high an owl, wisdom whispers
yesterday is gone, lost in soft whimpers 

Hoo hoo-hooooo

splash, splash, splashing
    dip, dip, dipping

murmuring secrets from the river
paddling faster with renewed vigor
each rhythmic stroke a labor of love
a pair of  bald eagles soar high above

the song, my paddle sings is stronger
riding the current of rushing water
all around me poetry seems to flow
verses of life seem to come and go

in the wilderness of my beating heart
beneath autumn's canopy, I fall apart
finding harmony in nature’s arms
attracted to all its magical charms
 
whoosh, whoosh, whooshing
        sploosh, sploosh, splooshing

navigating the natural twists and bends
the riverbed provides rest, a place to mend
in my dreams, I’ve seen a sacred place
weaving my thoughts, slowing my pace

the song my paddle sings, is reflective
mighty river baptism, new perspective
steering bravely into uncharted waters
my mantra, enjoy the wonder's life offers

glide, glide, gliding
smile, smile, smiling

Today,  I am guest hosting at dVerse exploring the 
poetry of E Pauline Johnson "Flint and Feather"

The challenge is to write a poem using "The Song My Paddle Sings"
as a springboard and using her poem as a source of inspiration.