Poem 7

Canoeing on Alouette

A sensational camping trip on Alouette Lake

One breezy evening long past its dawn

I betook myself on Alouette with the paddles drawn

The dense fog around me danced like a faun

As I stretched out my torsos to yawn.

My campsite on the shore seemed not far ahead

The setting sun above the horizon was ebulliently red

I followed close as the flock of Canada goose led

Who, after a long day of searching, seemed pretty well fed.

I hear the canoe finally touched the rocky shore

I met again the cedar trees, the soldiers whom I adore

The chopped cedar was stacked together; a fire I implore

But the wet drizzling rain rendered me unsure

After the cold bagel topped with sour cream

I set up my tent as the distant stars in the night sky gleam

The night is quiet with tapping on the tent and flow of a distant stream

And soon, the never-ending rain allowed me to dream.