Canoe Reflections

by Kelsey Speakman
Ontario, Canada

            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,
                                          The lake,
                                          Of nature.

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