Falls at mouth of Lepreau River
Flow
Have you gazed upon the flow
and wondered where the waters go?
How many wayward wand'ring rills
whisper down the wistful hills?
Falls at mouth of Lepreau River |
How many meadows in the glen
where bears rear bear cubs in the den,
sanctuaries in the glade
where newborn fawns rest in the shade?
How many tranquil hamlets where
woodsfolk dwell without a care,
sprawling, bustling factory towns
and lonely barren windswept downs?
How many marvels must it see
ere it rushes to the sea?
And from the sea, to rise in rain
and be reborn, again and again.
Nanook of the Nashwaak
Reach out and touch a rock
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