This poem is a reflection on our past four years of concrete canoes. A song form is also in progress.

Six concrete canoes float
   on the water
Six concrete canoes rest
   out on the grass
Four raced, were paddled boldly
   four concrete canoes raced
Battled fiercely, but never victorious.

Every last pound mixed and placed by hand
   built by hand
Countless hours endless energy;
   night after night, worked through the night
Covered in concrete, but building six canoes.

Six concrete canoes float
   in the water
Six concrete canoes rest
   out on the grass
Two broken, one beautiful and bright, and colorful;
   two demolished were unwanted
Two more concrete canoes remain;
   but each new year, a new canoe
So these soon will be gone too;
   for now six concrete canoes.