“Discovery,” New Era, Sept. 1998, 23
Dad’s old canoe was too long to fit in the pond
so Lucy dragged out an old inner tube,
put our red snow disc over the hole
and gave the order to “set sail.”
I climbed in, sat down, Indian-style,
and explored the whole length of our backyard waterhole
(about 10 feet).
Then we took turns paddling around the edge,
looking for life amid the algae.
On Monday we sighted the New World.
On Tuesday we found the Promised Land.
And on Wednesday we followed
Dorothy to the Land of Oz.
By Thursday we were bored
and set out to find some new adventure.
Our ocean voyage lasted less than a week
but I can still remember
each place we visited,
and every imaginary friend we made.
I remember Lucy
standing in the wobbly bow of our ship,
pointing towards the land
that sparkled on our horizon,
her hair flapping like a red banner.