IMG_1464 - lucky

The current is drawing him away
The water swirls
He turns and looks, the roaring edge is near
Somehow he keeps afloat
His head above the choppy waves
He turns towards you, raises up an arm
And now you see him
Just a boy, confused, reaching out for rescue
And in reply you raise your arm and wave
And mumble: "Goodbye old fellow, Dad...
We'll be along the river soon
The rest of us"
But now you see for sure
He isn't reaching for your help
He's waving back with both arms high
Grinning through the spray his big Canadian grin
As he mouths: "It's okay, Chris, it was all okay"
And then he's gone