So let the world chase cities, cold and tall; I'll follow where this river runs to you. Each turning tide, a story I recall, Each golden gleam, a love both wild and true.
Where the sunlight melts in the water's bend, There flows a place called Golden River Lynn. Not on a map, but where the heart can mend, Where silver minnows trace a silver sin. golden river lynn
Here’s a short poetic piece inspired by — you can use it as a caption, a lyric, or a dedication. "Golden River Lynn" So let the world chase cities, cold and