The Brule
Swiftly the eagle flies
While butterflies clutter the skies
The paddle hits the water and the ripples flow
Across the water where our reflections show
A scarce bit of heaven found on earth
Letting us see it, all its worth
We saw the deer and its fawn
We awoke upon the break of dawn
With these sights of the river
Such magnificence we saw it all
We saw things as to make us shiver
Each day is carved beauty deep inside
Things we discovered about which cannot be lied.

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