I follow a beat here a summer day

I march along quite peaceably

Here I can rest: but will not sleep

By the waters edge near the trees of green

I am but a lowly guest

A watcher of flow upon its quest

I hold high regards for this great force

For its cycle of open doors

It will always be given to me

The most solemn march

Returning again affection to me this eve.

michael pinnell