Around the Bend

Around the bend the water stills,
And deeper, darker, grows until
          It forms a pool, within whose breast
          Lie mighty bass that fiercely test
Their strength against the angler's skill.

These are the kings. The pulses thrill
To know such grace and beauty fill
          The streams that always seem the best
                    Around the bend.

Cast in the line. Good luck or ill
Attend you, friend. This very hill
          May hide your goal, and so with zest
          Keep pushing forward in your quest—
The price is there in pool or rill,
                    Around the bend.