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
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