Along The Columbia River

By the time it came to the edge of the Forest, the stream had grown up, so that it was almost a river, and, being grown-up, it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used to do when it was younger, but moved slowly. For it knew now where it was going, and it said to itself, "There is no hurry. We shall get there some day."
-  Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh

along the famous path i go
with modern convenience and ease
tall white giants spin