Creek Poem by Barry Middleton

the creek ran over white sand and gravel
and passing over secret ledges
dug out the deeper holes

there could be found a place for swimmers
or in another season a hiding place
for hungry green trout

this place was a place for making memories
secluded from a troubled world
protected like childhood

and there I dreamed my dreams of triumph
for in this place was all of time
and every possibility

this place recorded the hopes of millennia
where others had passed this way
and paused for guidance