I long to know the Shenandoah

Or some other currents

By another name.

I long to know the Shenandoah

Or at least hear of his power.

The stories of peace he kept,

And the wars that came before.

The stories of his daughter’s beauty,

Which haunts the seas that bear no name.

Or of the tides he learned to tame,

And the beasts that knew his fame.

I long to know, and so adore

A place that binds me to its story.

To know the land and see it change

From abstract art and tales of yore

To kids that know, and still want more

But never from their Shenandoah.