MY CEDAR CANOE The wooden planks are carefully shaped for my cedar canoe. Many days of floating with the wind, Many paddle strokes ahead, The water is waiting for the maiden voyage of my cedar canoe. Many warm summer mornings together, With so many things to do. As the bow slices through the glassy surface, Straight as an arrow and silent as the breeze, I’m gliding along through the misty reflection of the trees in my cedar canoe.
