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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
I Was The First! For many years I lived along a creek And navigated down-stream quite a bit To find a glimpse of what the end may bring -- A river wild that put a spell on me One day I packed my bags and got my boat Not beaver, nor a hunt this time my goal But merely satisfying needs within Exploring wildest river known to me What would be at the end of this wild beast? Enormous lake where many rivers meet? And banks much further than the eye can reach? Or would it end at sea to mingle in? So off I was and slept along the way And during night the deer and wolf stopped by Raccoon stole food and ruined my supplies Misfortune could not stop me from my quest! On berries, blue and fish I stayed alive A rabbit old, occasionally snared My pipe, a good old friend and company While birds sang me a lullaby to sleep The river started flowing faster yet And danger lurked around each bend I sailed A rapid, strong or whirlpool to avoid But bit by bit I conquered every stream Although I must admit it was a fight With nature of a kind beyond my dreams Inferiority revealed to me By flowing faster on this river wild One day I heard a sound not known to me And for a single moment time stood still A mile ahead a waterfall so grand Of such a beauty I could hardly breathe I had to reach the shore to save my butt A test of utmost strength to man and boat My muscles aching, asking for relief Another 15 feet and I'd be safe The Indians would not allow me rest Their arrows aimed to kill this weary man My one chance of survival straight ahead By going over falls without an end Niagara Falls is where you'll find my bones A man's heart broken, story never told! Another man got famous and not me! Discovering these falls y'all come to see So now my bones lay at the bottom of The greatest beauty one has ever seen My spirit bound till somebody believes I was the first discovering the Falls Dear folks, who read this story, set me free By throwing in a dime to break the spell For if you do, I may at last find peace Niagara Falls, lay not my soul to waste |
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