a raft of words

on a raft of words
she set sail one day
not sure where she was going
but sure she’d be ok

her raft was not so mighty
she made it all herself
the words were small and mostly rhymed
none from a fancy shelf

the trip would teach navigation
to heed the inner compass
she expected many times
to become cattywampus

on one certain day
of her fateful trip
she came across a ship
it was poems that won awards
and her raft it almost tipped

but onward she kept going
sailing on her raft
because she was determined
to wield this mighty craft

not sure where she is going
but sure she’ll be ok
as long as words keep flowing
for another day