Poem: Red canoe
By Leslie Davidson

I like to go in the red canoe
And sit between my grandfather's knees.
I like to row alone.
He whispers softly what to do.
If there is calm on special nights, We paddled in the dark.
A flashlight is located in the bow.
• The lake has a million bright lights.
Sometimes we just like to float
10 And listen to the loons.
I tremble to the bones.
12 There is magic around our ship.
I wish on the silver moon.
* That there will always be
The red canoe and grandfather, The cry of that lonely loon And me.