Down To The Creek Poem by Rhonda Baker

Late in the summer, on a mild afternoon
We hike down to the creek, through the wild grass plume
The water quite shallow, but cool and clear
You can see a path cut by the deer
The water beckons, as we hop in
Spots ankle deep, some past your shin
Water bugs, shiners, crayfish the size of your hand
We walk the creek, exploring the land
The dogs are splashing, joining in the fun
Seizing summer's final days in the sun

9/5/09