While traveling upon a road one day
Off in the distance I spied a cool river.
Yet my final landing lay not that way
Not once from my path was I to quiver.
Years later I found myself there a-gain.
On the path next to the cool sweet water
The summer sun burned with no sign of rain
My urge to swim rose, the day grew hotter.
Still I was content to simply enjoy
Its beautiful presence rather than taste
the refreshment within. I remained coy
until once more I found myself displaced.
Yet, sweet river, would our paths cross again
I would not tarry to indulge within.
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