The Creek Poem by Josephine Lauderdale

I will gather leaves of red and blue
And carry them in my apron
Tied around my waist

As

I walk down the needle covered path
To the stream

I will take a few more
From the moss filled rock
And have a seat

The water is clear and cold
But turns to froth
By the stories that restrict it's flow

It's running left to right
So my passengers will be moving

Swiftly past me...towards the road
It demands the stream make it's turn

Shall I put them all in together?

Or shall I do it one by one?

Sometimes..I do both at the same time

What will it be today?