When I take you to the Valley you’ll see blue hills on left and right rainbow vineyards under late in rainy season maybe say “There it is that’s it!” But I’ll say. “A little farther.” We’ll go on hope roofs of towns hillsides yellow with wild oats a buzzard soaring woman singing by shadows creek dry “Let’s stop here this is farther yet.” hear quail calling mountain springs river looking back river running downward through behind below “Isn’t that Valley?” And all will be able say “Drink water spring rest here awhile we have long way yet can’t without you.