Lost in the ocean of shimmering water.
Stuck in my tiny canoe.
The evenings continue to get hotter and hotter.
And I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
Id raise my sail to the wind,
but I haven't got one.
Id use my paddles but they've started to bend.
Id wait for help,
For someone to save me.
But I know no one will come.
And if they do they may be pirates,
How do I know the flag witch they come?
I am certainly no fool!
So you know what I'm going to do?
I'm gonna take my canoe,
and get out of the swimming pool!
Ashleigh, I positively love this and can see no room for improvement! Your title is great-content is so charming and surprise ending is the frosting on the cake! ! Constance
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I would like to translate this poem
Your flow for this is organic and resonates fluidly, with rhythmatic textures that come naturally to your writing, plus the dash of humour only adds to the fun.