I began a foundation next to a creek A vision of a river Whose splendor could outreach That of the Nile. By fate perhaps Upstream it was dammed Reverting it's flow Allowing me to see it's clear blue water. Then the strangest thing happened to me, It taught me to hunt with a bow and arrow To harvest artichoke in spring And in winter, clementines. It told me about groundwater How it ran plentiful beneath my feet, But mostly it said It believed in me. We knew the truth That the dam caused pain Straining the energy, Splitting tributaries, That the river Was giving all it could. I agreed, Saw it's grief and realized It had to be broken So that the river could run true.
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