Canoe Reflectionsby Kelsey SpeakmanOntario, Canada
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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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