Canoe Reflectionsby Kelsey Speakman
My paddle reaches deep into the soul of the lake,
My canoe gently noses its way through the glossy glistening water.
The bow slices a thin piece of shimmering moon.
Water rocks my boat, like a mother cradling her child.
I close my eyes and let myself become part of the lake.
Our hearts beat together,
As waves lap the shore.
I am part of the water,