Rowing up the river
To the clean rapids
New footprints on the bank
Going up into the endless woods
To find where the people are

The same trees
The same birds
The same rocks
The same river


Buildings sweep up the hill
Where the cows once roamed

From the trading post, long gone
To the town along the towpath
Now a part of Route One U.S.A.

The same deer
The same fish
The same sky
The same river


9-26-04

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