Here is where I’d like to float,

in my very own white boat.

I’d slowly rock from side to side,

while sleeping on the gentle tide.

Sometimes I’d sail upstream in style,

and that would make life so worthwhile.

I’d catch some fish to cook each day,

and leave my troubles far away.

Teacher’s note: This poem could invite a class discussion about why people love their boats and rivers.  What dreams do students have about a “dream” escape?