Editor’s Note: This is a Great Gauley Blog-Off contest submission. Terms and rules are listed at the end of this post and your essay and poem submissions are being accepted through Sept. 7, 2010.
The Gauley River
By: Kym Falkler
I once rafted the Gauley River.
Each rapid gave me quite a shiver.
My friends in the raft told me I was acting like a child.
Our guide just looked at me and smiled.
I was dreading Sweet’s Falls so much.
But I was pretty psyched about lunch.
Our guide said this will be a cakewalk.
But then he pointed out the ejector rock.
I had come to terms with the end of my life.
I figured I had been a pretty good wife.
We went down the falls and we DIDN’T eject!
We sat on the riverbank and watched shipwreck after shipwreck.
My friends are still a bit bitter,
About me being a giant chicken on the Gauley River.
Rafting the Gauley again sure would be swell.
Being scared to death, this time, I just won’t tell.