Umpqua River Poem by Yorktown Disciple

So young was I, when I roamed the river bank,
What delight and fascination, listening to the water run
As night would catch me gradually running out of fun,
While catching inspiration from the rocks I sank.

Counting butterflies seemed as much joy as watching a deer,
My youth was drifting fast and would soon become undone.
With utter devotion to words not spoken, I let my mind be spun,
Among grassy fields where I could lie, staring at the sky so clear.

And as I dreamed for omniscient love I hoped to find
I left those yearnings parked near the water's steep ledge,
Praying my restrained experience wouldn't let me fall behind.
Alas! to travel with broken humanity, I vowed to God a pledge,
I would give up all gratifying happiness and just unwind,
And in return be the best - to hone my skills to a sharp edge.