I went on a Clearwater ride the other dayout on the Hudson River. As a Girl Scout project, I wrote this song.

Wade in the water,
ripple in the tide.
Break in the ocean,
where the moonlight hides.

Spacer in between the land,
where the canyon winds its way.
Maybe we can find the life,
it should have held today.

So they nod their heads and turn away.
They don't care what the river has to say.
Maybe low tide is pushing it.
Raise the water still.