To the river and the rock I stroll
Casually, with humble air, I gleam
Passing softly by a faerie knoll
Carrying pen and mind and ream
Quietly with little flair I write
Of the dance of river grass
And yet swiftly my paper supply is light
And more time than I know does pass
So back from river and rock I walk
Satisfied humility on face and ream
Listening to the most wondrous talk
That lent my heart and eyes a gleam
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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