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Ode To KBK

To our friend Kevin Killilea, meant in the best of spirits!

Kevin Killilea beguiled us with

his slides of a paddlerís paradise,

Of seas so calm, of skies so blue,

of ice bright white, of the mountain view,

And after each enticing slide he'd say

"another boring day in Disko Bay".

Long-bearded Kevin Killilea,

if he told us twice he showed us thrice

Slides of a Greenland paradise

with such boring paddling days.

So we packed our bags, did Paul and I,

and took a plane to the northern sky,

And we ferried our kayaks, did Paul and I,

to the land of peaks, to the land of ice,

In search of Kevin's paradise

and those boring paddling days.

And we paddled through fog, did we two,

with narry a peak at a mountain view,

For our view didn't change a jot all day:

the bow of our boat in a circle of grey,

For many a long, cold paddling day.

That bloody Kevin Killilea,

if he told us twice he showed us thrice

Slides of a Greenland paradise

with such boring paddling days.

And we paddled in rain, did Paul and I,

with narry a glimpse of clear blue sky,

For the sun was hidden by layers of cloud,

and the mountain sides in mist were shroud,

For many a cold, wet paddling day.

That bloody Kevin Killilea!

if he told us twice he showed us thrice

Slides of a Greenland paradise

with such boring paddling days.

And we sat out storms, did Paul and I,

while the heavens raged in a darkening sky:

The seas ran high and the rations ran low

as we crouched in the lee of the Arctic blow,

For many a cold, non-paddling day.

And then one day it was paradise,

with seas so calm and skies so blue,

With ice bright white and a mountain view:

but we needed food and had to stay,

So we missed the only boring paddling day.

And we paddled in wind, did we two,

and the swell rose up, and the surf did too,

And the only calm seas were in our dreams,

as we slept to the clock of the tidal streams,

For many a cold, hard paddling day.

That lying bastard KBK!

if he told us twice he showed us thrice

Slides of a Greenland paradise

with such boring paddling days.

'Til we finished our trip at a northern town

when at last we saw what Kevin had done:

We saw seas so calm and skies so blue,

we saw ice bright white and a mountain view,

And we took slides of the postcards too!

Conrad Edwards and Paul Caffyn, Greenland 1999

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