||My canoe will make it all the way to the Atlantic Ocean. I hope it sees beavers, frogs, deer, and the stars. I hope it meets people. I hope nothing tragic and hard will happen and I know my canoe will flip upside down once in awhile, but I know it will turn back up again and continue it’s journey. I hope my canoe will make it to Hudson Bay and hopefully the Atlantic Ocean. I hope it will see tulips, baby blue flowers. I hope it sees shooting stars. I hope it sees oak trees and crab apple trees.