The River Guide

She must have been something else, Gerard.


Posted by benjaminthomas at February 26, 2015 6:41 AM

This one I like.

Posted by pbird at February 26, 2015 7:51 AM

O my God yes.

This is a man's vision of women that the Marxists would have us believe is sexist, and the kind of woman that is fast fading from the culture because of it.

GotDAMN I miss women.

Posted by Rob De Witt at February 26, 2015 9:22 AM

Ol' Ed Abbey would have appreciated that.

Posted by John A. Fleming at February 26, 2015 11:03 AM

She was something. And, as a matter of fact, that was written on one of Ed Abbey's rivers, The San Juan downstream from Mexican Hat in Utah.

Posted by vanderleun at February 26, 2015 12:02 PM

... somebody bring me a fan please ... uh ... and maybe an ice cold drink ...

(and thanks also for the new to me word "plash" ... all quite lovely)

Posted by DeAnn at February 26, 2015 2:44 PM

River of dreams,
River of love,
Your poetry's something
We can't get enough of.

Posted by Howard Nelson at February 5, 2017 7:19 PM

A poem from Larry of Larry, Darryl and Darryl fame:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Here is your paddle.

Posted by Jack at February 6, 2017 7:46 AM

As noted here before,all that we see or seem,is but a dream within a dream. I know that area well,from rock-crawling over rosy sandstone in machines. Days,and nights, especially, spent in that vast San Juan wilderness will fill your soul,forever. Larry,Darryl and Darryl nod in agreement.

Posted by Nori at February 6, 2017 7:30 PM