Canoe poem by steven james humphreys

Keep rowing that canoe even though

you got out into it too late in the day

it moves slow dipping in each ripple of this lake

a child stares at you from the shore

but his mother soon comes to him and grabs his hand

it was a warm day

children still play and laugh

bugs fly

families finished grilling their fragrant hamburgers, hot dogs and chicken hours ago

the young lovers have already taken their long walks holding hands

and you are there to

capture these last minutes

the end of your day

storm clouds have formed above

you see a sudden flash in the distance

and hear the crackle of deep thunder

it is your time being with nature and all it unfolds to you

as you paddle your lone yellow canoe.


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