We left in the morning on a warm summer day

Storm clouds were approaching and I began to pray

We were a young group of campers and all were scared

All unsure of what the day ahead bared

Our canoes were large and make of wood

We were surrounded by mountains all seemed good

Until that morning the clouds were gone

Weather was perfect from dusk till’ dawn

We left just as it began to rain

The skies were crying and filled with pain

As we canoed down the river it only got worse

The man in the sky had casted a curse

The rain felt like knives piercing the skin

It become a task impossible to win

We still had miles left to go before our next camp

I was tired, sore, scared, and very damp

After hours of canoeing we were almost there

I hoped for the best and once again said a prayer

In the distance I saw a patch of land

Through the rain I saw some trees and sand

Soon enough I felt my canoe crash into the shore

I collapsed onto the beach, couldn’t take anymore

The day seemed endless and filled with sorrow

I had to ask myself “Am I ready to do this again tomorrow?”