Tiny White Canoe

Written by: Terry L. Allen

Beneath the hanging branches 
of the weeping willow trees.

Along the winding river
so very hard to see.

On a lazy summer day
floats a tiny white canoe.

The water lapping at it's sides 
beats a soft tattoo.

Cradled in it's center
quite out of view.

Lays a small Indian boy
sound asleep named Cuc'koo.

What a way to spend
a sultry afternoon.

Drifting into dreamland
in a tiny white canoe.

This poem is part of a series including    Sunset Reverie, A Night of Dreams, Days End and An Evening by The Lake.