The vast oceans and bright shades of thought, In broad streams do incessantly flow for naught. Steeled with willing mind and kindred choice, On committed course I move with lonely voice.

A stream flows and life’s water it will bring, Sometimes murky or turbulent from its spring. Slave to dams unknown its passage flounders, A crowded prison awaits with endless wanders.

With time’s aid canyons and valleys are shaped, And what was dry is wet and bears the escaped. A granted path spares rocks but yields no fish, But the vast ocean’s promise fulfills my wish.

-Jacob Anderson