Mildred C. Sprouse
My Secret Place
The creek rippled down the layered rocks
And rested in the pool below
Stirred cooly by the rainbow trout
As they slowly swam to and fro.
Long fronds of fern, bowing from the bank
Reflected green shadows from the pool
And the blue sky smiled down from above
As tho enjoying the peaceful cool.
This was my most peaceful place