Eight Big Boys
Saturday, August 15th, 2009 by JeffEric Twietmeyer, Worship & Connecting Pastor at First Free Church wrote the following song during our recent Boundary Waters canoe trip. Enjoy!
Eight Big Boys
By Eric Twietmeyer
To be sung to “Yankee Doodle”
Eight big boys from First Free Church C'noed the boundary waters Left couch and remote behind With wives and sons and daughters Packed a pair of underwear Was that all I needed? The doctor said that I could go So with care I proceeded To Grand Marais we left with haste And stayed at Pastor Harvey's Slept in comfort, ate real well It's Northern hospitality Up the gunflint trail we drove In at Seagull Lake Little did we know that eight mere Hours it would take Captain Ole was our man He headed our adventure Navigated like a champ With calculated measure Ole, Ole, lead us on Into great blue waters When this trip has come and gone We'll hold you up in honor Browner was a fisherman With Mountain Dew and paddle "Trolled" the lakes with his own hand Caught nothing now I tattle Cast it out, cast it again Never from it weary If you ever catch a thing I might believe your theory Scotty is a carpenter, A jack of every trade Cabinets and paddles are just Some of what he's made Once for dinner he prepared Dehydrated spaghetti Adding water was such fun Your talents sure are many Jon was vet'ran guide and cook His meals were a sensation After feeding us would Encourage contemplation Engineered our feasts so well Loved the steak and chicken Cared for us e'en at the end By lending us tenactin Stopped at Knife to set up camp It could not come too soon Not much happened here, we slept; While Scotty shot at loons Jeremy snored, kept us up Jon cooked eggs and bacon Packed it up and then we left Eight boys on their vacation Knife, Amoeber, and Topaz, Day: two; lakes down: just three God had mercy on our backs, A sweet site at lake cherry Portage nearly killed us all Muscles were so tender Lunch was good as I recall Cheese, sausage, bread, p-butter Mark & I swam 'cross the lake As fish we were in water Browner, Koby caught bass so we Cooked some up for dinner Love the taste of small mouth bass Heated over fire Fresh from where he swam his last And only inches higher. Football player Jeremy was quite the entertainer Showed me how to fish With hook, leech, bobber and a sinker Did a little dance one time A joyful celebration At the catch of a walleye He showed his delectation Mark is our man from the south, No, wait he's from Ohio. Kicked out of his church because He read from NIV -- O Pastor Mark, you rebel, you Paddle strong and steady When I needed some ear plugs I ask you 'cuz you're ready. Playing bard has been my role, I do not take it lightly Would have wrote much less but thanks To Jeremy I write nightly I won't think about my legs They're not really throbbing Aches and pains, I'm going to bed My sleep you have been robbing After pancakes we moved on Portages to go: four Roots and rocks and up and down Until we see the lake shore We all peed on Canada North of monument Paddled up the Sag Lakes as Relieved Americans Camped by Munker Island for a Final night of rest Only to be greeted by Green Man of the Forest Mask on face he was a friend With us he would fish "Litter Not" was his command "Come back again" his wish Chip was oldest and best dressed: Red jacket and brown pants Navy man & teacher, now Consults for insurance. When the rain began to fall And our spirits tired He's the one to cheer us on Keeping the weary fired Morning rain was our goodbye Our trip is at its end Food was gone and so we lunched With Ole and with Sven Eight big boys from First Free Church C'noed the boundary waters Left the wild to return to wives and sons and daughters!