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Poem: Weekend on the Big Muddy

From the Desk of J.P.R on
  three days of water and sun
catching up in dark isn't fun
bonfire is my only beacon
Gondor calls for john

sleep on the cold sandy shore
raging fire warms their core
T-bones sawzall for the win
Everything wet when dew sets in

Hermann lowkey kinda far
spikeball on that sandbar
four brothers and four kayaks
after deli, nothing lacks

cayman jacks, summer shandy
Gentle river is dandy
our Sunday rule is to rest
cooling dips are the best

barges suckin and scoopin
we arrive in New Haven
gifted the sun's color show
mass in the AM, time to go

three days of water and fun
sunscreen stoped the sizzling sun
sardines packed in the taco
B & G calls from Jeff Mo











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