Down the leaf drips glimm'ring dew
Rose and pale by sunlit hue
Where the river's crystal blue
In the valley tread by few
Up the brook stroke shimm'ring trout
In the land where elk are stout
The lounging heron's but a lout
And cranes and geese do layabout
Beyond the stream's a copse of ash
Dotted by walnut and lashed
By briar-weed's most fangsome gnash
Pock the earth both crest and gash
Past the hills a glist'ning lake
Weeps by willow and thusly spake
'By thy need not want ye take
God's children live for goodness sake'
--William B., Adult