A BWCA Quatrain

Like dreams the paddles plied the waves
supplies secured with barrel staves
upon this rock we shall proclaim
four corners of a picture frame

Together stoke this earthly fire
and harmonize this six stringed lyre
like criminals who care for not
but what is right here on this spot

When midway did the sun wheel round
the sausage pot we did astound
with groans of ecstatic delight
having survived another night

The eagles eye soared o'er us
gliding through this magic forest
We heaved our burdens in the air
But where was Nick? we did not care

The food stores dangled in their trees
safe harbor on the peaceful seas
spark flame of life everlasting
tie the jigs and begin casting

Reel in the aqua vitae
crack a joke and play a ditty
blessed be they who travel far
to gaze upon a distant star