Tiny White Canoe
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.
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