Canoe Lake Poem by Ima Ryma

I feel the wintertime give way
To springtime and I feel so nice.
Less and less there be on display
The floating chunks of melting ice.
Around me all the plants do bud.
Increasing warmth of sun does shine.
I feel life stirring in the mud
According to nature's design.
It won't be long and I will find
My human guests' enjoyment be.
I am such a source of appeal
To have some fun afloat on me.

My time and place for goodness sake,
That's why I am called Canoe Lake.