The smooth, fluent water brushed along our canoe, forming a picturesque motif along the hull. I felt the sun glare at me as I laboriously heaved the oar. My muscles grew sore with the sour pain of repetitive labor. Each heave was a mountain of pain on my wary shoulders. I looked up for a second and glanced at the crisp, vibrant baby blue sky, strong in tone and unchanged. Around me, an occasional cloud would loom by, dotting the mostly blue sky with a hint of creamy milk white. Along the two shores of the murky, turquoise-green river, clusters of trees gathered, huddling together to fight the brief and rare whiff of cooling wind. Below the tall, mountain-like conifers lay a coarse mat of pearly rocks, shaped into perfect spheres by the rough, strong currents.

Along the river lay a flock of Canadian Geese. The geese, with their jet black necks and striped, speckled bodies lounged along the banks, resting in the shallow, massaging water. The geese lay right below the hanging canopy of ferns and reeds, seeking the shade of the looming strings of vegetation. Bobbing up and down with their long necks, the flock acted like a dancing company. Rhythmically, they dunked their jet black beaks into the water, grabbing viciously for strands of seaweed. The river, upon which they rested, acted similarly, with its fancy, elaborate swirls of currents.

AUTHOR
Daniel W.
6th Grade

Simmons Camp
Journal

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