Algonquin Trout - 2 Brook Trout and a Lake Trout

Canoeing Poetry

Loon Island Outdoors



By: Madeline


The sooty smoke,

the fresh fish,

the aromatic air,

the scrumptious supper

slowly roasting

over the fire

in the precious pot.


The aching arms,

the wind in my face,

the paddle in my palms,

the slime of the fish

that I had caught;

two lake trout,

and a sharp stick.


The whooshing wind,

the rustling trees,

the crashing waves,

the fire crackling

cooking supper,

warming hands,

providing luminous light.


Forever the joy of Algonquin,

my life.



By: Scott


Canoeing is Oh so fun.

It is always sad when it is done.

I can paddle all day,

Through might and may.

I always wish it had just begun.


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