Who Learns me the River’s Songs

Who                                                                                                                                                                will learn me
the river’s songs?

Will it be my paddle                                                                                                             as it slides into water deep?

it be my canoe                                                                                                                                      as it glides where                                                                                                                                                  the river ripples

cascades down                                                                                                                  narrow stony places?

Will                                                                                                                                              it be the otter                                                                                                                        as he sleeps                                                                                                                                      and dreams                                                                                                                                     upon
the grassy shore?

it be the beaver                                                                                                                     as she builds                                                                                                                  homes
of mud and trees?

Will                                                                                                                                          it be the little fish                                                                                                                    playing among water lilies,                                                                                        swimming
among the reeds?

Will it be the minnow schools                                                                                            in
the sandy shallow shoals,                                                                                                 hiding
from the grassy pike                                                                                                          searching
for his food?

it be the little green frog                                                                                                        sitting
on water lily leaves,                                                                                                      singing
to his own true love

light of midnight moon,                                                                                             cooled
by the summer breeze?

learns me the river’s songs?                                                                                                                                       I so want to know.

I will hear the words                                                                                                   coming
from around me,                                                                                                                     if
I will only paddle slow.


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