By: Ian Hill

Early in the morning, the kayaker goes,

To journey down the Hudson River

He paddles and paddles

Until the water narrows into a sliver

Not to worry, it is widening now,

And see the sun rise over the lake

He travels by a house,

And sees the people start to wake.

His smile is wide

Almost as bright as the sun

It is a sight to behold

He is having such fun

But as the day gets hotter

He eats his snack

And decides to go home

On that green kayak.