A fine fall day,
What better way to pass

                  than slogging through water
                  with canoes full of trash?

      The high invertebrate count is surely a sign
      That the creek we wade in is a fine place to dine
                  if only we were birds
                  if only we were fish.

Adventure lies under every stone and upon every log
                  in every bryophyte, fungus, and frog.

As the perfume of anaerobic respiration found without warning
      Fills every crevice of this fine fall morning,

                  I stop to listen to the Admiral’s call
                  for help as another trophy is found
                  will it be a bicycle wheels and all
                  some long-abandoned treasure in the ground?

  Get a shovel!

Get a chain!

When we work together
Our strength will not wane.

            Another day and a few more tons,
            Congratulations, Skunk River Navy, today’s work is done!