Walterrean Salley

Gold Star - 12,083 Points (Savannah, Ga)

Conquering The Old Creek - Poem by Walterrean Salley

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: trust, youth


Comments about Conquering The Old Creek by Walterrean Salley

  • (4/1/2010 5:26:00 PM)


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

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  • (12/24/2009 7:19:00 AM)


    Painted well with eloquent words. Good one. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 30, 2017


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