The Birthday Story By the Coffee Pot

There I was paddling my vessel Beneath the daughter of the stars In the canoe capital of Virginia Eyes void of that light that brings The villagers about the fire at the Crisp of winter pending Sustained winds from the front My caution about the unknown Touched every tree along the bank, Rock-root and ripple on route When from the shallows of the Perpetual flow rose the Siren Her beauty mirrored by water's Inescapable reflection Her words she chose carefully As she sung Her light entered the eyes of the Floating traveler for those to see They became the fire that gives Thine countryman warmth With the winds now favorable At their backs, the course Was now set by the Goddess of the Shenandoah The river gently flew into the Sturdy arms of the giving tree Of which was in full fruit The shade remained on the two As love grew