Maryan

Over an ocean away
Like salmon turning back
From high rum to the delta
With a rip gill that's tumbling down
Blunt over sand, out round the rocks
Back through the wavering weeds
And the tides in a wave
Ripples melt on the roots
Along the way, over gravel
The wheels of the tributaries
Against the icy woods
Afloat to marine air

Over an ocean away
Like salmon turning back
From high rum to the delta
With a rip gill that's tumbling down
Blunt over sand, out round the rocks
Back through the wavering weeds
And the tides in a wave
Ripples melt on the roots
Along the way, over gravel
The wheels of the tributaries
Against the icy woods
Afloat to marine air