Tuesday, November 13, 2012

That Creek and I

When I wade again
into my childhood,
that creek trickles
into my memory.
Those sun sprinkled days
dance and twist
in my mind,
like that creek
wound through my life
and brought ripples of joy.
That creek and I were playful,
meandering around the bends
of existence.
Sometimes,
that creek and I
would whisper.
Sometimes,
we roared,
but were never stagnant.
We rambled on
until our mud and laughter
splashed into the river.

2 comments:

  1. A sparkling memory of childhood, and the freedom we had back then to experience it undirected and outside of the glow of electronic screens. I think the sunlight and splashing water were so much more delightful!

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