A Keepsake

When I was eight or nine,

I took a trip up north with my brother, my father

And my uncle

We woke up early and packed bagged lunches

And cans of pop into a cooler,

And drove to a canoe rental in mesick

We split up in two canoes

I imagined us as lewis and clark,

Charting acres of unspoiled land

As the manistee opened up like a canvas

We crawled at a slow, lazy pace

And reached the landing as the sun began to slide

Behind the horizon,

And pulled our boats ashore

It was still warm and we were exhausted

So we jumped into the water to cool off,

As my uncle launched into a speech

About the history of the petoskey stone

And how rare it would be to find any here

Then he reached into the river bed

And pulled one out on his very first try

We spent the rest of our time trying to find another one

But came up empty-handed