We Have Rivers - a poem by Mitch Story

The 10th Annual Missouri American Water MR340 was July 28-31, from Kansas City, KS, to St. Charles, MO. This was the largest ever, with over 600 paddlers in 400 boats. It's such a mixture of challenge, inspiration and courage...all with the backdrop of the beautiful Missouri River. Missouri River Relief is proud to be part of the safety boat crew for the race since 2007.

Mitch Story, who ran ground crew with Kory Breuer for his brother, paddler Matthew Story, posted this wonderful poem on the MR340 Facebook Page and gave us permission to repost it here.

Enjoy -

Dedicated to all the wonderful MR340 racers, Scott Mansker and all the other organizers, volunteers and safety boat volunteers and to my people - the great ground crews running up and down the roads and the river banks with me and Kory Breuer and to Matthew Story, our paddler, especially:

We Have Rivers

Following them down
we need to be there ahead
when they come in
or if they decide to go on by
we wait with whatever they need
even if it's only a wave and a shout.

Compared to the toughness of their struggle
they can be so fragile
it must be why they are out there
to find the sinew of their soul
and test it against the blade of the day
or night.

Some are without support
out there on their own
with their thoughts
despite the others who are out there too
but who of us isn't in a way out there
on our own?

Sparkling as it lies in its bed
so soft and brown
from eons of wear the highest
peaks of rock rendered into oozing softness
so difficult to fathom what
transformation this water will bring.

Baking heat like the top of a rust brown anvil
freshening breezes promising rain and cool
rank shallows reeking of decay and waste
silvery fish splash in long trails of moonshine
high birds and green bands of feathery trees
voices in the dark from between faint lights.

Coming into Dover in the heat of the day
or across Dalton Bottoms in the night
or a no place you've ever been before
hoping to find a spot of bank ahead of them
because they can never go back
you find you are looking for "our people."

If you find a place with "our people"
you can know you'll have help if you need it
kindness we may look for but can't always
find is here as was said at the celebration
out here in the race - on and between
these banks is the real true world.

Some start and finish and some do not finish
we're all trying - that's enough to learn the
lesson of our pursuit
there are gifts in this world that flow from grit
and mud and salty tears
muscles and hearts aching with pain and joy.

Some have mountains. We have rivers.

Yours,
Mitch Story

For tons of info and links on the Missouri American Water MR340, click here. 

Fish Poem - Alien Species

Fish Poem - Alien Species

by Nina Stawski

 

I wrote a poem in a hurry….
About a fish living here in Missouri.


Please be tolerant while I harp,
About the excitable Asian carp.


A nasty, slimy alien species…..
A reputation synonymous with feces….


It lives in every river, creek and tributary,
Making the lives of boaters, fishers and skiers very hairy.


It flip-flops worse than most politicians,
Launching into boats in dicey positions.


The only ones who appreciate these aerial attacks
Are those enthusiastic dogs: -- Foxy, Roxy, and Max.


Flying fish are a species----truly----successful indeed!
Taking over the Missouri waterways…with alacrity and speed.

Missouri River Relief Awards Banquet

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Stoney Creek Inn, Columbia, MO

The Missouri River Relief crew is an amazing group of people. These are the volunteers that form the heart of this organization. They help organize events, drive boats, cook food, travel all over the watershed, provide the human infrastructure and staff at clean-ups, and then they give the energy and love that keeps it all going. 

More than your normal non-profit, these folks form a tribe. An always growing, always caring family of river lovers that want to share the river with others. 
 
One of the ways we try to honor this tribe is through our annual "Post-Holiday" awards banquet.
 
The evening starts with dinner, followed by awards, and then music making. The awards start with a massive circle - everyone joins hands and Tim Nigh encourages us to move our energy throughout the crowd. It's a touching way to begin, and brings us all together instantly. Next, Nina Stawski read one of her poems to get us in the mood. This year she read "Fish Poem - Alien Species".  You can read it here.  
 
 We'll start with the "Special Recognitions" followed by our Annual Awards. Although the banquet took place in 2015, the awards are for 2014.

2014 Special Recognitions 

 

First Smile of the Day

Some of the stories I’ve shared with this guy are some of the best moments I’ve had with River Relief. Goat Island morel madness up near Yankton. Long campout weekends in his front yard, with a side of fried catfish and a trip to the big sandbar. Three in the morning solar boat rescues on the 340. Hushpuppies and catfish for 150 on California Island at sunset. Hearing Osage River history idling down the Osage River in the moonlight. This guy turned the job of “Parking” into a performance. There’s no one I’d rather have as the first person people meet driving up on a cleanup morning than Soda Popp. And you can feel that good energy ripple on through the rest of the event. We’re so lucky to have you as part of the family, Soda.  

Here’s to the First Smile of the Day award recipient, Soda Popp!

Trash-to-Art Laureate

This next award recipient is one of our downstream treasures. She has been the keystone for building community on many levels—from growing fertile gardens and organizing food circles to restoring old buildings and presiding over town councils.

Her true passion is artistic expression and, for several years, she has taken discarded, ugly river trash and created beautiful metal sculptures. These treasures on display at the Washington River Festival have raised both awareness about river issues and money for River Relief.

This year, we dumped next to her forge a pallet of scrap metal gathered at river cleanups and she created magnificent sculptures for the Art Auction in McKittrick. But that barely scratched the surface—she also was a key organizer for the Benefit in October and helped gather fantastic pieces from local artists. She arranged to use the mercantile store. She wrote the menu, organized the cooks and made delicious dishes. She linked up with local businesses and she offered her house and yard for a weeklong camp. As Mayor of McKittrick she opened up the town green for our tribal fire. And she even invited us to come back—although perhaps not during Octoberfest.

Please join me in recognizing our trash-to-art sculptress who took generosity to the highest levels, thank you, Joey Los

Good Cheer Go-Getter

When I say Missouri, you say River.  Missouri… River…. Missouri… River!  When I say Big, you say Muddy.  Big… Muddy… Big… Muddy!  Remind you of anyone?  This award recognizes River Relief’s own river cheerleader.  After taking an extended break from the clean-up crew for several years, this headstrong mama came back better than ever.  Only with a 4-year old mini-me. We love our river family, and couldn’t be happier to have this spirited sparkplug back amongst our ranks.  

Please help us recognize this year’s Good Cheer Go-Getter, Jax Acton.

Mise en place

If you have ever used someone else’s kitchen to cook, or had someone put dishes away, you know how frustrating it can be to have things out of place.

“Why are the mixing bowls where the plates go?”

Well, it stands to reason that the more people you are cooking for the larger the kitchen and the more frustrating unorganized kitchens can be. The sight of willing helpers sorting through bins to find a bowl, a spatula, or the uncommon seasoning was rather common early in the year. Often as we were packing up you would hear, “Oh here is that pan I was looking for earlier!”

Having consecutive events only a week or two apart can leave little time for reorganizing.  Leading into our Fall cleanup season this person took it upon herself to get the kitchen in order and establish mise en place which is a French phrase that means “putting in place.” By having things in place people were able to contribute in preparing the delicious meals from the Flying Nun Kitchen. There is no doubt that the meals were delicious and prepared with love by the River Relief community thanks to the leadership of this amazing camp chef! 

This year’s Mise en place Award goes to Gale Lauber Johnson.  

The William Clark Cartographer Award

River Relief hosts events throughout the lower Missouri River basin, from Yankton, SD to St. Louis and beyond. Often we are on unfamiliar waters trying to find out where to go and how to get there. This special award is for a long-time member of our core group that has time and again shown us the way.

Her thorough knowledge of GIS systems and her dedicated work ethic creates the detailed maps of the river we use to find the trash, distribute the volunteers and make sense of the territory. Her positive attitude as a registration expert, safety and orientation coordinator and map-maker has saved our bacon many times. She was a tireless participant in making the data collected during our river “Mega Scout” useable. She is always there to make serving the volunteer lunch go smoothly. At most of our events she quietly contributes her quick thinking and insightful perspective to make the whole thing run smoothly.

Despite her inability to properly break the champagne bottle at a boat christening, we unanimously hold her in high regard. Among a sea of treasured crew members of River Relief, this lady shines because of her dedication to the cause and her true heart. If you earn her respect, you are doing something right. Please join in a show of appreciation to our personal river cartographer, or rio-grapher if you will, this generous geomancer, Dyan Pursell.

Most Honorable River Dog

Last year we said goodbye to one of River Relief’s most honorable river dogs, Ms. Sombra.  Sadly, we lost another lovable canine recently that is just as deserving.  This little fellow could have been a cat for his many lives and the adventures he survived. The most extravagant tale I seem to remember is the little guy getting plucked out of gator infested waters down in Louisiana.  He also took a tumble off of a moving sternwheeler in the middle of the Mighty Mo.  Yes, he survived many boat rides, on many a boat, and more than one mighty river.  He loved catching flying carp, and he loved his people faithfully, leaving behind many friends.  He was a passionate river dog and River Relief Ambassador, going between boats and land to clean up with all of the seasoned crew who he loved and trusted greatly. 

He was a trooper, companion, protector and snuggler.  A Most Honorable River Dog, Mr. Foxy.

2014 Annual Awards

 

The Floating Classroom Award

We all know that the future of our world lies in the hands of the next generation and that there’s no better way to ensure a child cares about the river, than to get them out on it. The annual Floating Classroom award goes to the educator who branches out beyond the classroom to help Missouri River Relief get students on the river where they belong!   


Previous year’s recipients were:  Douglass High School Science Teacher - John Reid, Dave and Fran Stous of Kansas City, and Janet Moreland with “Love Your Big Muddy”.


Quality educators are one of the most valuable resources of any society. They are the headwater streams of every watershed and like those streams they possess the potential to inspire and produce beautiful, healthy rivers downstream. It takes the efforts and commitment of a high quality educator in order to get students on the Missouri River; an educator who places the real world needs of their students above irrational fears, and understands the power of getting students outside of the comfort and routineness of classroom education in order to create lasting experiences. 

This person is committed to the mission of Missouri River Relief and has continued to support the education program beyond their school. Not only is this educator a headwater stream, through her dedication to what we do, she has become a confluence of many streams.  


This year’s Floating Classroom Award goes to Ms. Tony Jean Dickerson, Benjamin Banneker Charter Academy of Technology.

Troy Gordon Memorial Partner of the Year

 Partnerships are key to building an organization that reaches & includes a wide variety of individuals, agency’s & organizations.  In 2008, we tragically lost a good friend & inspirational partner, Troy Gordon.  Troy epitomized the nature & essence of what it means to give of ones self, include others and inspire action toward the mission & goals of Missouri River Relief; Troy was the ultimate partner.  The annual Troy Gordon Memorial Partner of the Year Award is given to that individual, agency or organization that best represents the spirit of Troy.


Previous Year’s Winners:  Tim Haller (Big Muddy Refuge), MDC Stream Unit, Scott Mansker (Rivermiles), Gloria Attoun-Bauermeister, Patrick Lynn and the MDC Chillicothe Boatdrivers.

2014 saw an amazing bounce back to Boonville after many years away, with a wildly successful clean-up that squeezed us to capacity, alongside a massive river festival with all of the educational bells & whistles.  One outstanding and energetic Boonvillian, stepped up to the plate to make it all happen. 

A seasoned clean-up volunteer, she began organizing her own annual event for the last four years called Pick Up Boonville.  Early on, she invited us to participate with a team, set-up booths, meet other key partners and became our go-to gal with gusto.  Soon there was a committee, artwork being arranged, numerous media opportunities to include a 4-part series about Missouri River Relief and how trash ends up in our water, ads were donated, presentations made to civic groups, classroom visits, and then a VIP boat ride was organized.  There was even a parade.  

With enthusiasm, this person donated both huge amounts of time and resources to help us make our Boonville comeback a huge success.  When it became “go-time”, she attended late night planning discussions around the campfire and helped us problem solve along the way as rain, heat, floods & mud tested our skills. Most of all, this lady’s simple dedication and passion for cleaning up the river and getting people on it, truly stood out.  

Please help me give our thanks to this year’s most deserving partner, Joan Read.

The Rising Star Award

The long term survival of Missouri River Relief depends on the continual recruitment of volunteers and crew members dedicated to our Mission.  While all ages of volunteers are treasured, outstanding young people are the next generation of River Relief. The annual Rising Star Award is given to youth who have risen and shined as outstanding River Relief crew members.

Previous Year’s Winners:  Alex Jansen, Hana & Eli Kellenberger, Campbell Richmond, the Liz Kids, the Dattilo Brothers and the McClain Clan.

We met this guy back in 2012. He and his brother came and helped all day during a cleanup. And then helped break down camp the next day. This year, he was around camp all weekend, helping with everything before anyone could think to ask for help. He even played a mean guitar around the campfire. Well, his commute was short. He literally lives at the boat ramp. I wonder how many times he’s rolled a basketball down the ramp! This year’s river cleanup flier had his brother, Dallas Short, in full color. Jeff Short asked if he would be on the flier next time. Well, we just made one up for you. We have huge gratitude and respect for this year’s Rising Star recipient, Jeff Short from Brunswick, MO.

The Dive-in Head First Award

The key to the success and longevity of any organization is a continuous supply of new, energetic volunteers and crew members.  The Annual Dive-in Head First Award is meant to recognize the most outstanding newcomers to the River Relief crew.

Previous Year’s Winners:  Jen Sieradski, Rod Power, Bill Fessler, Mel Haney, The Kellenbergers, Liz Doubet, Alicia Pigg, Josh Pennington, Gale Johnson, Nanci Mon, Tom Smith, Tina Casagrand & Jim Stewart.

Many people get bitten by the river clean-up bug and quite a few express a desire to expand their influence with river stewardship.  Few people can make that happen.

Our award winners are two exceptions to the rule. One came as a volunteer at river clean-ups and then returned to her college to re-invigorate the student environmental group. She presided over monthly meetings, raised money for events and organized two river clean-ups and a camp-out. On her graduation day, she skipped the cap-and-gown ceremony and showed up at a Missouri River clean-up wearing mud boots. 

The other winner came to us highly praised as a trash-collecting warrior by the Mighty Stream Team211. As a new MU student, he joined Sustain Mizzou primarily to serve as their Stream Team coordinator. In that position, he organized several creek cleanups and the annual campout and cleanup with River Relief. He dedicated full weeks at the Summers@Mizzou camp and the MR340 race as a crucial crew member. This guy also pioneered the sport of “buoy rodeo” by riding a renegade red nun buoy for more than 60 seconds. 

Let’s give it up for the co-recipients of the 2014 Dive-In Head First Award, Anniya Priesberga and AJ “Red Bull” Feicht.

 The One Step Ahead Award

Few organizations survive without individuals who are persistently watching out for what needs to be done and simply diving in and gittin’ her done.  The Annual One Step Ahead Award is given to that individual that has exhibited a go-to-it-ness that exceeds all.  They are recognized for their selfless recognition of what needs to be done and doing it.

Previous Year’s Winners:  Anthony Pettit, Janie Becker, Racin’ Dave, Sarah Pennington, Jodi Pfefferkorn, Craig “Iffy” Holt and Laurie “Ready” Ferretti.

When this guy started coming to lots of cleanups this year, we suddenly had a volunteer for every unfilled task that needed doing. “I’ll do that” is something that he seems to blurt out as often as breathing. It’s become a game to find a task he hasn’t done yet and have him complete it with style and ingenuity. Signage, site leader, cook, ramp, whatever. We’ve got a list for next year. Plus, he’s tall enough to monkey on top of our box truck Ol’ Yeller to retrieve wind-blown pop-up tents. Tina thought it would be cute if we gave you the “Dive-In Head First” award, which she got last year so you guys could have matching fleeces or something.  Instead, we think you are the embodiment of what it means to be “One Step Ahead”.  

Praises and Thanks to this year’s recipient, Duncan Foss!

The Metamorphosis Award

Equally important to new blood, the growth and evolution of crew members into positions of responsibility is essential to our continued success.  The annual Metamorphosis Award recognizes a seasoned crew member who truly grew in their contributions to the organization this year; transforming themselves into positions of more responsibility as a leader, boat driver, staff member, board member or other positions.

Previous Year’s Winners:  Scot Heidbrink, Dave Richter, Bill Fessler, Joe & Allison Kellenberger, Racin’ Dave, Daniel “Habibi” Belshe, and Patty Farrar & Dave Elsberry

This October marked the one year anniversary of a fresh and sprightly new crew member that really demonstrated her determination and grit.  After getting a few clean-ups under her belt, this dynamic doppleganger scheduled a lunch meeting with us to offer up her services as a part-time intern in exchange for learning the basics of how a non-profit works.  She wanted to do it all, learn the computer programs, write grants, and coordinate event outreach.  Starting out just one day a week, we soon convinced her to help us take on organizing the Boonville River Festival, which pretty much turned into a full time job, and then some. For someone who had never been on the Big Muddy until recently, she overcame any fears of driving a big boat on its murky and swift waters, to learning how to gracefully dodge flying carp.  She even received her first river baptism during the week long 340 race.  She helped with classroom presentations, and drove our boats & trucks to and from events.  With an amazing attitude and the ability to do whatever needed to be done, this little lady grew from just a sprout into a flower.  

Please join me in congratulating the 2014 Metamorphosis honoree, Jen Davis.

The Broken Prop Award

Every organization has their follies.  Despite all of our best intentions, the River Gods will play their tricks, and hey, let’s admit it, every once in a while the shit does hit the fan.  And as unfortunate as it may be---someone is usually standing there taking it on the chops.  The Annual Broken Prop Award is given to that River Relief crew member that has endured the biggest tragedy, the most audacious malady, the most outstanding mishap, or is the brunt of the most cruel accusations and stories of the river cleaning season.

Previous Year’s Winners:  Jeff Barrow, Anthony Pettit (& Scot Heidbrink by default), John Jansen, Anthony Pettit, Jeff Barrow, Tim Nigh and Jeanie Kuntz.

Choosing the recipient of this prestigious award is usually an easier task than it was this year. Most years there is one accident or incident that stands out from all the others and that can be judged to squarely rest on the shoulders of some well-intentioned trash warrior that just had a bad day and paid dearly.

The award recipient this year is one of the most proficient boat operators in our group. I have watched him, by careful attention to the equipment and to the river, progress from a boating neophyte to a sure and steady pilot who handles what the situation presents with a calm manner and sure skills.

In an uncharacteristic lapse in procedure, he neglected to check a vital part when installing the trailer hitch draw bar on a van. Unbeknownst to all, this innocent omission lay in wait for the right moment to rain on someone’s parade.  Some days later, a boat was hitched up to the van and a jolly crew took off to launch the boat at Providence Landing.  Downhill and over dale, his oversight lurked, not showing its cards all the way there.

As the van backed down to the river, the drawbar, lacking the pin that must be there to keep it attached, came loose from the truck. Only the safety chains prevented a runaway launch.

This years’ Broken Prop Award goes to someone who will never again fail to check for the pin, Mr. Steve Schnarr.

The Cornerstone Award

Every organization has its unsung heroes, people who do the dirty work of making sure the organization is legal, well funded, organized, staffed and steered in a direction that ensures that we are viable and sustainable.  The Annual Cornerstone Award is our organization’s highest honor.  It recognizes a veteran River Relief crew or board member that has dedicated many years of service to the organization’s well being.  Their leadership and commitment to our mission has been essential to our success.

Previous Year’s Winners:  Joe Engeln, John Brady, Jeff Barrow, Dave Richter, Dave Stous, Racin’ Dave and Tim Nigh

This year’s recipient has been with us for more than 10 years. She has been a board member, served on and chaired many committees, donated generously to our mission and been a wise voice during times when we wandered.

She guided us in furthering our educational efforts, leading the process to hire Alex, our education coordinator. She also led the effort to find Sarah Martin to help with fundraising. She has written grants and letters to search for funding for our efforts and gone behind the scene to forge relationships with possible donors. She has marched with the River Relief crew in the True False parade and even donated use of her private retreat in the Ozark National Scenic River ways as an auction item for our film festival.

Beyond all of that, she has always been a wise observer of what is both helpful without impeding current progress. Her soft-spoken manner belies great powers of perception and problem solving. We know we can count on her for good ideas and wise council when a tricky situation arises. Besides, she’s also a wicked envelope stuffer.

Please help recognize and thank this wonderful friend as River Relief’s 2014 Cornerstone Award recipient, Kathy Love.
 

And to our amazing crew... we couldn't do it without you!  Join us in 2015.

"Big Muddy Water"

poem by John Brady 
(you can read other poems by John Brady here)

I am Big Muddy Water
I am the Ice Age’s daughter

I carved this mighty valley from the rock with my blood
I shaped its very nature with my flow and flood
I have, for eons, carried western mountains to the sea
From time before time I caused this Eden to be

No upright creature ever saw me in my youth
My sands long ago buried the primordial tooth
I was revered as sacred by sagacious native bands
Before an axe rang in a single pioneer’s hands

I carried the white explorers west upon my broad back
My course the highway to trace the native track
I fought the pirogues and keelboats that led the immigrant swell
A host of voyageurs I drowned at the cordelle

I stalled and succored expeditions before the settler stream
Forged iron men and women before the age of steam
I contested foot by foot the laying of the rails
To this day, a part of me none does as yet assail

I wear rock and timber armor half the length of my shore
Yet, at my whim, the lot of it would bar my way no more
I am now fettered with belts of concrete, cable and steel
The bridges and wharfs constructed for the common weal

I have borne the barge of commerce and the canoe of exploration
As I guided the settlement of the heartland of your nation
I have and I have always had the time to wait and see
What neglect and works of man will finally make of me

Hear me, O human race, as I my story tell
Your history in our brief meeting bodes neither of us well
I have been as long as rain has wet this circling star
I know, as you may not, what, without me, you are

read as the introduction to the Missouri River Relief "Post Holiday" Crew Awards and Banquet on January 11, 2014.

River Song

poem by John Brady

People of The River Come out to play
You can’t find something better to do on a sunny day

Children of The River The time is right
To go down to the riverside on a starry night

Tribe of The River It won’t be long
You’ll be laughing out loud and singing the River song

She’s a ghost in the winter When the ice is in
Creeping along with her back to the winter wind
She’s a bull in the spring As the rains come down
Commanding respect from all who gather ‘round

She’s a balm to the spirit In the summer breeze
Floating all of the cares away down to the sea
She’s a jewel in the fall When Indian Summer comes
Ferrying the autumn leaves back to the Sun

A trail for the traders Back in olden times
A highway of commerce bearing souls to the western climes
Since the age of the Glaciers An anchor of life
For the boatman a lover more familiar than a wife

A great engine of progress Through the settling of the West
Sowing Man and his works, the bad among the best
She nurtured our cities and forgotten towns
She was seen as a bringer of life with a rippling crown

With the passage of time We lost touch with her worth
As we leveled the forests and had our way with the earth
We forgot about her beauty We despoiled her health
As we strove at material things to create our wealth

She was saddled with bridges She was throttled with dams
When she faltered or flooded, we started with greater plans
Her passage was labored With garbage and soil
Her waters polluted with poisons and blotted with oil

And so her spirit slumbered Beneath an ignorant veil
As slowly a few awoke to remember the tale
Then as sure as sunrise The mist of arrogance cleared
When the song of the tribe again came to be heard

Slowly they gathered By the River’s side
To sound the call to the River, out far and wide
It’s a chorus that’s growing among the young and the old
Passing on to our children the love of the River we hold

People of the River Come out to Pray
Send the song of your heart down to the river way
Throw your soul on her waters Plant your feet in her sand
Give her thanks for helping you to live in the Promised Land

Father Pekitanoui Mother Missouri
May you roll forever through our land to the sea
Long may your children gather, Close by your side
And send the love of your people down to the ocean’s tide

The Boatman's Lament Redux

by John Brady

All sailors know that Pride doth go
Often before a fall
That once struck low by Lady Luck
It’s hard to stand back tall

I studied thus my folly
And analyzed my error
The glee among my comrades
Did often cause me terror

But grimly did I carry on
With practice and with care
And felt that of my embarrassment
No one was still aware

And so just one year later
At the very scene of the fall
I once again responded
To another boating call

The scene was near identical
Three boats were full of guests
I double checked at everything
Determined to be best























And so we sailed out once again
Upon the streaming main
The other pilots waiting
For the gods to resume their game

Oh, Carefully I maneuvered
How skillfully I worked
And prayed the gods as ne’er before
To not provoke the smirk

The flotilla motored crisply
Up toward the nearby dam
I breathed a silent sigh of relief
For peacefulness-Then BAM !

Another’s motor hit the fritz
It bobbled, burped and died
The helpless craft and passengers
Went southward with the tide

Oh! Woe! To see the spectacle
Of damsels in distress
Disaster’s fateful portent
Of this colossal mess

Amid the panic, screams and grief
I calmly rounded to
Came dashing to the rescue
As all great sailors do

Deftly with the heaving line
I caught the errant craft
And in the blink of an Albatross
Had tied her fore and aft























OH! Her pilot was so thankful
Her passengers fair cooed
I modestly gave others credit
So’s not to break the mood

Two working craft then nobly
Did help the one in peril
To savvy sailors such a task
Was fish shooting in a barrel

Thus the whole assemblage
Continued on its way
I tried my best to not show pride
At having saved the day

The other pilots thankful gaze
As up the tide we bore
T‘was balm for all the sufferings
I’d gotten from before

But now I am more careful
To keep in check my pride
Now that I’ve been a party
To both ends of the ride

So let this be a lesson, then
To boatmen young and old
Be gracious when it’s called for
And when the story’s told

Hold back a bit about yourself
Be modest when you can
And don’t forget what happens
When the bad stuff hits the fan

The Old Sailor says:” Good judgment comes from experience and a lot of that comes from bad judgment”.

John Brady 9/09

Check out part one of the "The Boatman's Lament" by clicking here.

The Boatman's Lament

by John Brady

Inspired by the story of a difficult day in the life of our beloved Jeff Barrow. Brady claims every bit is true while Barrow denies everything.

I am a boatman through and through
Though that is not my trade
I spend my time at many things
At how my living’s made

But only on the water
Is where my spirit soars
For life, to me, is not complete
Except behind the oars

I came to motor powered boats
When I was fully grown
For motor craft I had no use
I paddled on my own

Still, time and life soon took its due
And so I came to see
That cruising on a powered craft
Was now the life for me

I studied it with all my skill
Each tiller arm and knot
At drift and draft and piloting
A novice I was not

In boating lore and boatmanship
I felt I held my own
And took the helm with jaunty air,
With styling all my own

T’was with greatest confidence
I headed out that day
Full laden down with teachers
On an education day

A sturdy craft with power plus
A captain sure and wise
We made our way up through the drift
Then came the first surprise

An underwater object, where others had found none
Ensnared the new propeller blades and took them one by one
My formerly courageous craft was left a helpless raft
As I became then quite unsure of how to guide the craft



O The seas ran dark and newly dire
As we drifted helplessly
Raw shame became my Albatross
As others rescued me

I swallowed pride and reaching deep into my sailor’s skill
Replaced the prop and launched anew to get my second thrill
With sober resolution, I shifted to reverse
The motor roared, no power poured
I came to know the worst

We drifted out upon the waves as I shifted to and fro
No matter how I flogged the thing, It simply would not go
I cursed and railed and prayed to gods, Yet nothing would avail
My passengers grew fearful, as down the stream we sailed

Stay Calm, I wisely told them
For I’m your Captain true
And sure as I’m your Guiding Light
No harm shall come to you

My words were scarcely uttered
And the crew to lose their frowns
When suddenly a woman screamed
“My God, We’re going down!”

Oh how I hate to tell it, the seas were pouring in
The plug that serves to keep them out was Out instead of In
The panic rose then with the flood, the passengers a mob
I feared a deadly mutiny as I fumbled for the cob

The sobbing wet humanity
Grew sober as we sailed
The plug installed, we drifted on
As several of us bailed

The crisis done, I mustered strength
And calmed the savage beast
As once again, my comrades came
And pushed us to the beach

A saying old as sailors holds that great waves come in threes
It’s true that boatmen curry luck and often bend their knees
That after all the practicing and studying is done
It takes a bit of fortune, if nothing’s to spoil the fun

Let this, then, be a lesson for boatmen great and small
That pride of craft and confidence do oft precede a fall
That even if you’re careful and do the best you can
The River gods will play their tricks and the s**t will hit the fan

Ode to the River

April 14th 2007
(Glasgow Clean-up)
by Dareth Goettemoeller

(Dareth wrote this poem the day of the Glasgow Clean-up
and shared it with us around the campfire that night.

They Came
Like a flood of ants they came
In the cold, in the rain
They came

Dreams of trash undiscovered
Treasures unclaimed
They came like ants
In the rain

Wash it down they said
With beer
The rain will stop come morn
And they did
And it did

And so they began in search
Of trash undiscovered

Shall we search the riverbanks?
Shall we search the roads?
Quick and quiet they came to the realization
Only the trash mattered

To the trash!
To the Trash!
And they flood like ants
To the secret undiscovered trash

Oh the joy!
Trash abounded then!
With bags and shovels
and bulging muscles
the trash was gathered
quick and clean

HEY YOU!
HI Ho!
I smell the blood of a trash stealer
And you!!!
Put down my trash!
The ogre cried
I am the lord of this heap!
Bow and obey
And they say, that day
The heart of river relief grew 2 sizes plus 3
And let me tell you why.
Yes they did put down their treasure
Laid away their trash

For you see
River relief has many friends
Old and new and all so dear
River Relief has many stories
New and old, forgotten, and "imaginatively
created"(bullshit)

And that day they looked at the ogre
As he stomped and cried
And they looked and saw not an ogre
But a boy, alone, no friends, alone in the woods
No stories, no friends, only trash

And they saw
And they knew
This man with all the trash was very poor

And they were rich with friends and with stories
With love and laughter
And more to be discovered

And with hearts grown 2 sizes and 3
They spoke gentle apologies
And left that little boy behind
In his place of forgotten friends and untold stories

And with gentle hearts
River relief laughed and sang
To the beer!
With our friends!
Our stories!
Our hearts grown 2 sizes and 3!