A boy let me go down the Sandhill River.
I have a long journey ahead of me to reach the ocean.
Along my journey I see squirrels playing and fighting,
like brother and sister in a disagreement.
As lՉm going I smell the fresh flowers of the spring and
air blowing in my face.
A storm has come and the rain is falling hard like rocks.
I finally reach the Red River and I am excited to see it
because I know I made it another step on my journey to
reaching the ocean.