The Birthday Story By the Coffee Pot
There I was paddling my vessel
Beneath the daughter of the stars
In the canoe capital of Virginia
Eyes void of that light that brings
The villagers about the fire at the
Crisp of winter pending
Sustained winds from the front
My caution about the unknown
Touched every tree along the bank,
Rock-root and ripple on route
When from the shallows of the
Perpetual flow rose the Siren
Her beauty mirrored by water's
Inescapable reflection
Her words she chose carefully
As she sung
Her light entered the eyes of the
Floating traveler for those to see
They became the fire that gives
Thine countryman warmth
With the winds now favorable
At their backs, the course
Was now set by the
Goddess of the Shenandoah
The river gently flew into the
Sturdy arms of the giving tree
Of which was in full fruit
The shade remained on the two
As love grew
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