WATER
In ancient times when the earth was young When streams & rivers had a chance to run
Swift & free to the raging sea, as the water caught the sun It flowed so smooth to the
mountain fields
As it served as a home for the mallards & teils Over the falls the water did crash
And its great pools was the home of the bass Always in beauty it flowed to the sea
Always in beauty & always so free But now it is damned & polluted by man
As it makes its way to the sea & the sand When I see what we've done, I shed a tear
And when I think, I start to fear For without water, where would we be
Without water, there would be no you or me So think of this poem when you visit a lake, river, or stream
And please, oh please, make it your dream to keep it clean
Written by: Ken Hoffman (Your Guide)
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