Inspiring Image For a McNeil Falls Folly
I think we better portage, guide.
The rocks seem to be shiftin’!
Why, some I see are rearin’ up,
through their teeth salmons siftin’.
I see a line, a way through drop,
but a danger’s there to paws,
unlike them boys from Amity
bigger boat won’t stop these jaws,
Not Royalex, nor Aramid,
nor Tuff-Stuff is equipped,
to keep its coat and us afloat
through tides of mighty rip,
so currently I must bow out,
though this trip’s been lovely heaven.
“Com’awn,” boasts guide, urso with pride,
“it’s bearly class eleven!”