Skinwalker log March 26, 2009, 0813 hrs
En passant McClellanville, South Carolina. We have us anchoring in the
Waccamaw tonight.
They stand a silent vigil. Each are sole and separate, yet together are a
formidable army of protectors. Some light the way while others reflect
lightly. They are a mute testament to the core of our shining path. They are
our relentless friends counting off the edges of our solitary way. These
common sentinels bring peace of mind and firm direction to our cause of
getting nowhere or everywhere or simply here to there.
We lavish neither pretentious name nor do we celebrate their subtlely
completed task. We offer no thanks. We barely even think about them as we
pass each one. They are simply waterway markers not to be regarded highly,
yet, we search diligently for them in the distance, closer ones in the fog or
in the night, the right one in a maze of waterways. Is there any doubt they
are our friends?
Let us take the time to sing a brief refrain of thanks to the green and the
red alike. Let us mark their differences with particular delight and know
correctly which side be green and when the red is on the right.
I give thanks to the lowly sentinels for they are almost always right. I give
praise to each as they come into sight. I give them nary a thought while
underway, but miss them terribly while set hard ashore.
I like them. Yes, they are our friends.
Bones
aka Wayne & Lynn Flatt
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Skinwalker log March 26, 2009, 0813 hrs
En passant McClellanville, South Carolina. We have us anchoring in the
Waccamaw tonight.
They stand a silent vigil. Each are sole and separate, yet together are a
formidable army of protectors. Some light the way while others reflect
lightly. They are a mute testament to the core of our shining path. They are
our relentless friends counting off the edges of our solitary way. These
common sentinels bring peace of mind and firm direction to our cause of
getting nowhere or everywhere or simply here to there.
We lavish neither pretentious name nor do we celebrate their subtlely
completed task. We offer no thanks. We barely even think about them as we
pass each one. They are simply waterway markers not to be regarded highly,
yet, we search diligently for them in the distance, closer ones in the fog or
in the night, the right one in a maze of waterways. Is there any doubt they
are our friends?
Let us take the time to sing a brief refrain of thanks to the green and the
red alike. Let us mark their differences with particular delight and know
correctly which side be green and when the red is on the right.
I give thanks to the lowly sentinels for they are almost always right. I give
praise to each as they come into sight. I give them nary a thought while
underway, but miss them terribly while set hard ashore.
I like them. Yes, they are our friends.
Bones
aka Wayne & Lynn Flatt
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