Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

On my own in this canoe
Paddling on placid waters
The sun is bright above my head
A gentle breeze at my back

On my own in this canoe
Dark clouds loom overhead
The choppy waters whipped by wind
Up and down bouncing over crests

On my own in this canoe
The stream now a rushing river
Rocks jut out around me
Tossing my boat to and fro

On my own on this canoe
Capsized, holding fast
Straining towards a sandy bank
Cold and wet, the chill grips my body

On my own my canoe is gone
But safe on shore alive
Night descends the dense forest
Flickering fire warms my quaking soul

© 2019 Jason A. Muckley