And what Algonac event would be complete without revisiting Scouter Dave's sweet and sea-salty poems. For those of you who have not met Dave, he is a wandering minstrel of poetry, prose, and tall tall tales. Once you meet Scouter Dave, you never forget him. Some year he may get a chance to pass by us again, perhaps even this year. Enjoy.
ALGONAC 2012
(C) David J. Shaw 7 September 2012
On St Clair shore we gathered,
An assortment of eggs without crates.
To share and compare and tell stories,
From Canada and the United States.
Some rigs are lit up like Christmas,
With L.E.D.s, lanterns and signs.
And many have dogs in the trailer,
All sizes, all colours, all kinds.
Our Trilliums are not flowers.
Our bolers are not hats.
The Scamps are not mischevious.
And the Burro’s not really an ass.
The
Captain is here from Poland.
But the Captain’s not really in charge.
And Humpty’s not the
Egg Camper
Tho’ it is quite round and quite large.
La La land sent the
Casita,
From the coast with the sunshine and wine.
But I still think the best trailer,
Was the
Trillium that I call mine.
The Pot Luck spread was delicious.
With food I’d never tasted before.
And some that I did not recognize,
But I still went back for more.
So Campers, let me say thank you.
For the food, the friendship and fun.
My first
Rally is just now a memory,
But it will always be number one.
You may not use this poem for any commercial enterprise without permission from the author. You may use this poem for personal use or to share with friends provided the copyright symbol and the name and date is attached.
Scouter Dave
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Embark upon this journey with enthusiasm and eagerness.
If we were expected to remain in one place we would have been created with roots
ALGONAC 2014
(C) David J. Shaw 5 September 2014
There's a motley crew on the riverbank,
Watching the ships sail by.
Are we jealous of the voyagers,
Would we really like to try,
A life at sea on a rolling deck,
With a plaintive seabird's cry?
Or the pulsing throb of the diesel
And a star to steer her by?
We have no need of salt and spray,
Or briny, roiling foam.
We have wheels and rallies,
To lure us from our homes.
We sit and watch the vessels,
As gracefully they glide,
Along the St. Clair river,
Without a wind or tide.
A motley crew, as I have said,
But friends who think the same.
In
fiberglass we roam the roads,
Gathering once again,
On St. Claire's shore at Algonac,
To meet and greet once more,
September month in Michigan,
Two zero, one and four.
You may not use this poem for any commercial enterprise without permission from the author. You may use this poem for personal use or to share with friends provided the copyright symbol and the name and date is attached.
Scouter Dave
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Embark upon this journey with enthusiasm and eagerness.
If we were expected to remain in one place we would have been created with roots