Hues of the Rideau

How I miss the Rideau River.

I lived in Manotick Ontario for eleven years. During that time I felt blessed to be able to explore by canoe my part of the Rideau River, my part of heaven on earth: from the Swan Pub, up and around Long Island, by Watson’s Mill, to the Long Island locks and all parts in between.

The following is a short ditty of how I saw that river over the seasons.

Rideau Hues 

The light green hue from a soft summers rain

Showers, placid, like sheets of shimmering velvet dew

Fall on the river’s course, such ripples faint

Just drops of pure delight…renewed


The soft palette hue of a late autumn’s day

Bright sunshine rays of seduction and warmth

Reflect the gold, bright crimson leis

That flutter softly down on the river’s form


A deep dark hue, bold indigo, cold

Feel winter’s breath that signals nature’s rest

Before the ice that forms a frigid blanket fold

So fresh, so clean, all senses… crest


Symphonic hues spring fresh to brew

For it is nature’s best time now to sing

From a thousand shades of freshness new

With sounds so strong, yet mellow, ring


These Rideau hues have now been etched

On my mind’s eye’s screen, God’s perfection, thrust  

For all to see from such nature, stretched

Over a canvass pure on this earthly crust 


(c) ShakeyJay 2005