Conquering The Old Creek Poem by Walterrean Salley

Conquering The Old Creek

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The old creek, with little more than
A trickle of a flow,
Ran along the base of the bridge—
Slightly winding as it went.

It joins the countless places
That foster childhood memories.
There, down a hill, we caught
Minnows, tadpoles, crayfish and turtles.

We had to cross the creek
To get to Granny's house.
And sometimes, I, a little child,
Was timid and so afraid.

But there was always one older
To encourage and guide along—
Until the day came
When I was no longer afraid.

Then I could cross alone,
For I had conquered the old creek.

© 2009 W.S.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: trust,youth
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ray Schreiber 01 April 2010

A lovely tale is in it's telling and you've told this one well...very enjoyable.

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Kranthi Pothineni 24 December 2009

Painted well with eloquent words. Good one.

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