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.