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There is a
place where
The creek
bends
And the
forest folds back
From the
bank,
Where rocks
form a bridge
Careful steps
can follow
And in the
middle, sandwiched
'Tween eddies
and minnows
You can hear
the whistle of water on stone
Join with the
shush of wind and leaves
And birdsong,
Melding into
a single tone--
It is the
song I have carried so far
Too far
From home.
