From an ancient place where once glaciers kept
A small spring sprouts from loins of Earth Mother.
A birth of pure, clear fresh pools forms a waterbed
Over small pebbles that were once source to mighty mountains.
The baby spring strengthens into a fountain of youth
With a curiosity that spreads out into riddles of a brook;
Seeking knowledge and wisdom to flow and stream
Over the ground into rivulets; forming path and way
That will someday channel itself to a beloved bay
Far to the western coast; at the edge of a continent.
The River Johnna, will find the ocean
Where both her beginnings and her destiny - fulfill life.
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