More poetry from Mike O'Neil aka Boreegard
Find a piece of water on this earth,
That man has not abused,
And I will give you a gold sovereign.
The metal of the coin was,
Bullied, wrenched, dug,
Mucked, hydrolicked, or panned,
Out of some sweet waterway which,
Pray God, may now be recovering.
If you take a long delicious drink of water,
From your favorite stream,
As your father’s father did,
Because it’s not just H-two-oh you’ve ingested.
Nothing is unlimited anymore, Huck Honey.