go down to the shore
to do a job that is no chore
take a whiff of the mists
the river will give off a kiss
lots of love in and lots of love out
scraping the **** off the dock
awaiting each tick of the clock
and forget all that
for when the present comes into fold
be true to the stories the eyes behold
two ducks with their ducklings swimming along the shore
beholding the life of their world