Deception River

There’s a place called Deception River.

They don’t say that anymore.

It’s cold there in the wintertime.

Waters frozen to the shore.

It rises there at midnight.

Sometimes with the sun.

Rise and falling past that farm.

Where I still miss someone.

I seldom ever go there.

It’s where I learned to swim.

Its where they tried to drown me.

Still far but growing dim.

Dennis Mantin

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