rushes to the sea, it's spring, it's the same old game;
it empties the land of the winter snow,
and of rains in the summer, it keeps up it's flow.
The village isn't much more than a house or two,
but it's quiet and lovely, made for just you;
come up and spend some time, look out at the bay,
camp in the field, spend more than a day.
Middle: The land and river.
Bottom: Mahone Bay (top) waiting for the river to empty.
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