The First Voyage

I pulled that curl of birch bark right out of my pack and marched straight across the lawn to the stone birdbath! The rough pedestal gave my bare toes plenty of grip as I scrambled straight up the carved column to the wide rim. The basin was filled with clear rainwater reflecting the sky like a mirror! I gently flattened the bark curve into a little canoe shape and launched it right onto the surface. It floated like an absolute champion! I gave the water a solid tap with my palm, sending tiny ripples that pushed my white vessel across until it docked against a floating orange maple leaf. First voyage logged!