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Old man dances ‘long the river,
Worn sloped edge, holds not a quiver,
Sunken chest ‘neath aching back,
Knees that crack, still not a slack,
Eagle eye o’er water high,
Fishing for a soul to fly,
Many feathers wear his prayer,
Strong and wise and free and fair,
Dancing, flying, nigh his spring,
Ageless man on eagle’s wing.