Out at our pond
beneath the blue
we drift along
in our red canoe. The sinking sun
sends a glare of light
across the water
to blind our sight. The noise of the day
is beginning to still
as we hear the sound
of the water-wheel. A long-legged bird
in westward flight
is winging its way
to rest for the night. The eastern hills
and the trees all show
their mirrored likeness
in the water below. We gaze above
at the infinite blue
where great white clouds
are chasing through. Then drift above
a bed of green
where tiny fish
are sometimes seen. A treasured gift
enjoyed by few,
is a sunset ride
in a red canoe! | 
