Once stood a river without a name
It ran wild
In certain parts the current was strong and flung floating branches onto the banks
Down yonder a bit, the waters were soft and calm
The moose and deer would lap up a refreshing drink to quench their thirst, while
Their tots bathed and splashed around in delight!
This particular river could not be found on any map
No, it existed under skies of blue, dotted with clouds
It stood under the sizzle of white-hot lightning and roaring thunder, summer nights of late August
Between banks where sturdy Oaks grew and filled with snows so pure, even Snow White would be flummoxed.
Fish played under the water in school
Their history classes never foretold of boats and worms and dangers from the world above
For there wasn’t any.