Do you want to come along
We have this cute little tugboat
Sister and I
Going up and down the canals
That's our new life
Wouldn't you like to come along
Two empty bunks
It doesn't seem so romantic
But wait you'll see
Sister and I and our spouses
Four retired folk
But guests don't stay you'd have to leave
We share with all
Cook, clean, swab, pull ropes. Fill the tanks
A hand could stay
- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2018. All Rights Reserved
(Photo of the Tugboat is by Karin, aka "Outlawyer", click on her name or see her prompt post today at the link below. There she has it and some of her other pictures also posted. She reserves all rights but has released use by us for our poems. I made a PrintScreen copy photo to post here.)
- I'm linked with Karin in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/08/going-going-gone-midweek-prompt.html?m=1
- Karin was remembering the poems she had memorized when she was young. She then realized that many used the word "going" or another form of "go" in them.
- This process was the basis for her a asking us to remember along with her and then to WRITE a poem using "going" fairly near its beginning. BTW, I've used the word "going" 17 times on this blog https://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=going&m=1 One them is titled, "Going, going, gone" as the title of Karin's post with the Toads above.
- If Nursery Rhymes count I'm sure "This Little Pig . . . " was my first to memorize.
After the boat ride, our busy day would continue.
Old town, Carcassonne, was next on our journey.
[click any picture for a larger sized view]
This was one of my iffy bucket list dreams. But I retired too late in life for all the tasks involved. As did my sister. We would have gone up and down the Intercoastal Canal from Florida to Mexico. My other iffy bucket list item is "if" I become a widower I would hire out to cruise ships as The Male Dancing Partner for all the unattached ladies who want to dance with a man. Mrs. Jim doubts I could do this any more with my artificial knee joint and doctor's orders to wear only athletic shoes. I intend to fudge on the shoe requirement.
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Cool fantasy, anyway...
ReplyDeleteFun fantasy!
ReplyDeleteSounds like fun in your little tug!!
ReplyDeleteHaha. Sounds like a great deal of fun. Thanks for the ride. K.
ReplyDeleteI have been doing this for years, with wife and family and friends, not on a canal but on the River Murray in Australia. One rule is that you must moor at night facing the bank of the river as it is so shallow. Sailing at night is a no no! If you get strnded on a sand bar you have to radio base to get you out. House boats speed is slow! Plenty of wildlife to see.
ReplyDeleteJim, I enjoyed your comment about this dream as much as the poem. I resonate with the bad knee. Maybe we could dance, if we kept one leg still.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds wonderful to be able to live a dreams like that. Canals sounds amazing to travel...
ReplyDeleteCanal boats travel the slow way, very nice, fun of sorts. We've been on them in England, France, Russia, Panama, China, and the U.S. The Suez Canal is on my 14th bucket list. (I may have left out a couple, these were at the top of my head.)
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