When a town was founded on a riverbank
Named after the beautiful vale,
A beaver gave the river a loud spank
Greeting the men with his tail.
The clear waters flow mighty and free,
Reflecting the splendours fine.
The canoeists paddling are you and me,
Beaver River is our shrine.
Here frogs are croaking, loons calling out,
Ducks quacking as if saying, “Lo!”
Beavers are whisking their huts about —
It makes us feel a glow.
June 12, 2006
Beaver River
© Copyright: Пауль Каллен, 2015
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