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Waters Of March - David Campbell
A stick a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump
It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass
It is life it's the sun
It is night it is death
It's a trap it's a gun
The oak when it blooms
A fox in the brush
A knot in the wood
The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind
A cliff a fall
A scratch a lump
It is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free
It's the end of the slope
It's a beam it's a void
It's a hunch it's a hope
And the river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain
It's the joy in your heart
The foot the ground
The flesh and the bone
The beat of the road
A slingshot's stone
A fish a flash
A silvery glow
A fight a bet
The range of a bow
The bed of the well
The end of the line
The dismay in the face
It's a loss it's a find
A spear a spike
A point a nail
A drip a drop
The end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
The shot of a gun
In the dead of the night
A mile a must
A thrust a hump
It's a girl it's a rhyme
It's a cold it's the mumps
The plan of the house
The body in bed
And the car that got stuck
It's the mud it's the mud
Afloat adrift
A flight a wing
A hawk a quail
The promise of spring
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of a strain
It's the joy in your heart
A snake a stick
It is John it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand
And a cut on your toe
A point a grain
A bee a bite
A blink a buzzard
A sudden stroke of night
A pin a needle
A sting a pain
A snail a riddle
A wasp a stain
A pass in the mountains
A horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of a strain
It's the joy in your heart
The foot the ground
The flesh and the bone
The beat of the road
A slingshot's stone
A fish a flash
A silvery glow
A fight a bet
The range of a bow
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of a strain
It's the joy in your heart
A stick a stone
It's the end of the road
The rest of a stump
It's a little bit long
It's the joy in your heart
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart
A stick a stone
A stick a stone
