Rivers ignore time, flowing ceaselessly through the ages. Rising from mountains old as the earth, swamps, springs, and freshets. Rivers run through tundra, ts, deserts, forests, grasslands, hills, and valleys. God put bass in some of them.
What can be more timeless than a river during midsummer? Greenery abounds, breezes feel good, birds are singing, and the water is warm. Hours spent there are not subtracted from life spans. Rivers inspired hundreds, maybe thousands of songs—”River Man” by Nick Drake; “River” by Joni Mitchell; “Rivers of Babylon” by Boney M; “Take Me to the River” by the Talking Heads; “River of Dreams” by Billy Joel; “River Song” by Dennis Wilson; and who can forget “Moon River” by Andy Williams?
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