WELCOME TO OUR MONDAY MORNING FEATURE. We hope to share with you our readers the songs of the River, that they may either start your work week off right or recharge your batteries after a long weekend with the custys… We heartily accept submissions
SOUL BOATING by Lucas Gallaher
If I could go back in time,
I would have took more pictures and worried less about the perfect line.
To be that young and free again would be the greatest cosmic win
If I could go back in time
I would have surfed more and it would have been fine
Worried haters less and had a hell of a time.
Shuttle rides and boat humping now seem so divine
Please God when I get to the otherside
Just give a great big ride.
And when it comes time to put me in your reward
can I be a raft guide again……………….
WINTER SUN DREAMSby Raven Carswell (She is a real Dirt Bag Shuttle Bunny!)
It starts with a tingle, a little itch that cant be scratched..
That first day that the mercury hits 60 and the sun caresses my skin.
That’s when it begins, the tingle in the back of my mind, enveloping my brain, unleashing the echos of summers past.
My eyes close, I shiver from head to toes.
I can smell the sunblock, hear the water lapping against the rubber and the distant voices laughing, squealing and the ever so faint sound of music.
I’m weightless and fluid, floating on a river of memories as I sit, in my car reliving summers sweetest kiss…
The song on the radio winds down and the D.J says “we’re in for snow this weekend” and my world deflates in an instant.
Welcome again to winter..
Cold as fuck, guess I will make a snowman.
DIRTBAG IN TRAINING by “Chicago” Toughill
There once was a Dirtbag I know,
Who’d paddle wherever he’d go,
He’d serve up strong Wallace
Quite freely for all us,
But loathed to be told when to row.
This Dirtbag, you’ll see, was a Winner,
Who always showed up late for dinner
Get safe for a trip,
Only to flip,
And swim big just like a beginner.
His deepest desire, to push rubber,
Yet possessed of guide skills ‘kin to flubber,
Hired for our fun,
He took just one run,
And WALLACE cleaned him with it’s scrubber.
Some may say out there we’re mean,
To set up a Dirtbag so green.
Only one way to learn,
To Crash & Burn,
Because true Dirtbags aren’t ever clean.