Riding the Rapids

The river here is slow and wide
And I desire a faster ride
Ahead I see a foaming stream
A place remembered, like a dream

I rode it once and well I know
The jagged rocks that lie below
The churning roar, the wondrous thrill
A place I'd like to try my skill

But even as I turn, I see
A warning posted on a tree
"Go back- the water is too high
And those who come this way may die"

The water here is wide and slow
And it's the way that I must go
But maybe I'll come back someday
And then I'll go the other way