IN THE BEGINNING
ODE TO NFAR:
In the beginning was the river, and the river flowed.
And the One who made it was pleased and said it was very good.
And its name was North Fork of the American, but its closest friends called it NFAR.
And it flowed green and wild through the rugged and beautiful canyon.
And there were towering waterfalls dropping into it, and the river welcomed them joyously.
And in the spring there was none that could tame it.
For some time, however, it was sad and disheartened.
And it longed to run wild and free again.
Many thought it would die and never come back, but after a time it did return and with a vengeance.
And there are eight waterfalls on the river, and they are splendid.
And the first is not made by the One, but the people like it and they flock to it and play in its lake.
And the second is not grand, but it has the spunk.
And the third is most glorious, but to see it you must die and be re-born.
And the fourth is the chief of the eight, and it is the maddening one.
And the fifth shimmers like a curtain in the sunlight.
And the sixth is where the emerald fairies play in the summer.
And the seventh lives in a narrow place, and is of power.
And the eighth is veiled and is usually only seen by the crazy ones on the water.
And the ones who live in the trees tried to claim part of the river for themselves only.
But the people must fight back, because the river belongs to the One, and He gave it to all.
And all the people thought that was the end of the waterfalls.
But the mad man did not believe it, and he set forth, and he was determined.
And he found the ninth, and it was beautiful and it was born of the mountain and the meadow.
And he was much delighted, and the people rejoiced.
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