My Journey
I began my journey on a cold and frosty morning.
I sat on the ice waiting to go down the Sand Hill River.
The ice was like a flat wooden board with the sun glittering on it.
Within a few weeks I would be off on my voyage.
Slowly the ice thawed away and I was off.
The river was calm and placid at first.
I was as excited as a boy ready to go on his first fishing trip.
I saw bears coming out of their winter homes.
They were drowsy and languid.
I smelled the warm crisp air-I could almost taste it.
I knew that spring was just beginning.
I wanted to make it to Lake Winnipeg.
On my way I see Kittleson Creek.
I wonder if any of my friends floated in this Creek.
I hear the birds chirping with delight.
I feel a fish beneath me.
Now I am in the Red River.
Will I make it to the sea?
Will I see my friends
Or make new ones?
I know this is just the beginning of my journey.