Our riverside canoe trip,
Started at first light,
We packed sandwiches and drinks,
And launched into the current's might.
The river carried us along,
Past sycamores so old,
The turtles sunned on logs,
As our canoe quietly polled.
We paddled until evening came,
Then made camp on the sand,
Riverside canoe trip memories,
Are treasures I hold close in hand.
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