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Algonquin
By: Madeline
The sooty smoke,
the fresh fish,
the aromatic air,
the scrumptious supper
slowly roasting
over the fire
in the precious pot.
The aching arms,
the wind in my face,
the paddle in my palms,
the slime of the fish
that I had caught;
two lake trout,
and a sharp stick.
The whooshing wind,
the rustling trees,
the crashing waves,
the fire crackling
cooking supper,
warming hands,
providing luminous light.
Forever the joy of Algonquin,
my life.
Canoeing
By: Scott
Canoeing is Oh so fun.
It is always sad when it is done.
I can paddle all day,
Through might and may.
I always wish it had just begun.
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