Sneakin down to Millcreek,
To spend time with my friends
The brown under the willow roots,
The suckers round the bend
A pair of geese and all their kin
Asleep under a tree
Agreeing that this dirty creek
Will suit them to a tee
The muskrat chewin bullrush shoots
He takes a dive for me
And wood ducks now returning,
Once a year for me to see
The vagrant with his setline,
Hoping he might catch some dinner
Now a carp has stole his bait,
Hes cussing like a sinner
The beauty still is held within,
If you dont mind the lookin
The folks that come here arent fools,
Their image is miss-tookin
Bumble Bees and Hummingbirds
Fly at a frantic pace
Garden spiders in the brush
Crocheting natures lace
Every city has a creek,
A diamond in the rough
Flowing past graffitied walls
With words to make you blush
So seek them out, (or better yet)
Show some child the wonders there
Within the confines of your town
And help another youngster care
Bloody wonderful sentiments. An image that will linger long after reading the poem. Especially like the ending with the children. Thank you. Regards. Craig. P.S If ever there was an advert to holiday in the states this is it. ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Biff. I really enjoyed reading this one!