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I Will Go Out To My Canoe In The Morning by a- maryllis Thursday, May 03, 2012 Rated "PG" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan
2004. © All rights reserved he's crushing my dreams under his fingertips and I know as the sound of frogs wakes me from my slumber I will never again sleep I will never again sleep for this is the dream in which I could be dead one thousand years and never get it right this is the dream that always fades but forever exists stillframe somewhere in the depths of my soul I will go out to my canoe in the morning leaving this place behind he can crush this dream all he wants it will still be in my mind the coyotes howl for their dinner and I cry for home Wishing he was by my side But we have gone seperate And here I am watching And there he is alone

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Reviewed by Paul Judges	5/10/2012

Powerfully written, Daniela




Reviewed by Kenny Moon	5/5/2012

Paddling your own canoe is the ultimate voyage on the river of dreams.




Reviewed by Ronald Hull	5/5/2012

When I go out in my canoe in the morning, it is to observe nature and enjoy its splendor. In this poem, your canoe appears to be your escape. Ron