My journey to the sea
As I paddle and plea
Has a long and tedious pace.
Small creeks large rivers
Hot summers, winter shivers
Will all be part of my race.
Moose, beavers and fox
And fish under docks
May leave tracks, but I not a trace.
I hope that you see
And can enjoy with me
My journey through time and space.
If you find me in the water
DonՉt be a squatter
Return me to the water with grace.
If you find me, record my number on the website inside my canoe and then please put me back in the water so I can continue on my paddle to the sea.