Surrounding the cormorants and fish eagles,So experts in their food capture,
Please squabble quietly; we all thought to ourselves,
Only an image like that which makes you creative,
Awakes the memories of a certain peace,
We stroke the oars of our open boats,
Effortlessly throughout this sleepy slough,
The community still in slumber or a state of neglect,
We promised to be very quiet as not to awaken any of those inhabitants,
They do not work and their boats and floating pavilions,
Merely envelope their empty and selfish existences,
Nature is still so alive and everything within its boundaries works,
Even the Artists,
Us all in motion on our discovery of a new vision,
Work to capture the quality of our momentary lifes,
Every member respectfully,
Creates with a personal interpretation,
What is felt and with the freedom and elegant technique of medium,
Many new compositions are ready for constructive criticism,
The currents on the outskirts of this awakening slough,
Ebbed in relation to time; only the Fraser swift and persistent,
Whisked away our artistic party down stream to venture,
We later discovered to another unknown village floating on borrowed time.
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