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a poem about canoeing i guess
The boat stood taunting me
Rocking in murky black water
Deeper than any could see
Ready for a child to call dinner
While fear inflamed my face
My dad sat there and laughed
He never saw the horror of this place
How death lurked in every corner
In creaking trees death loomed
He’d make the animals bow to his command
While he had clouds spell out doom
And the lake
The lake where there is everything to fear
The lake where children never return
The lake where you can scream but none will hear
The lake where I'm now stranded
Cold metal paddle gripped tightly in my hands
How will I make it out alive?
My mind runs through a million plans
I need to paddle if I want to survive
Water droplets soar through the air
I try to escape with my life
But i end up going nowhere
Just floating in a circle of despair
I need to face my fear, make it out
I gaze into the water, see the mystery
Whether it be monster or meer trout
I lean over to get a glimpse of deadly waters
pitch black darkness stares back
my boat starts to lose balance
I hit the water with a smack
the lake eats me whole
Murky black water floods my sight
Death approaches with a grin
I won't go down without a fight
I kick my legs, hopefully towards up
I open my eyes to find the sun’s light
Like a lighthouse it guides me to safety
I swim faster with all my might
To escape the lake’s mouth
Dirt runs up my nose and sticks in to my mouth
Small sand grinds up against my teeth
As I finally make it out
Free from death’s watery grasp
I breathe a breath of fresh air
As if it was water in the desert
I turn and see my dad’s gleeful stare
“You could have helped me!”
“I could have ended up dead”
I spat with no hint of subtlety
He looked me in the eyes and said
“You have a life vest on.”
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I wrote this for my dad who helped me learn how to canoe.