I used to be able to look down upon this creek from my house when I was little. It holds special memories for me.

My Creek

I have never seen such a lovely sight
as the creek that is flowing with speedy delight.
When I look out my window and down below,
the glistening beauty of it is all a glow.

It flows over the rocks and makes pretty white peaks.
The awesome beauty I always will seek.
As it rolls with rapid grace all the way down.
The rustling water makes a wonderful sound.

It comes down out of the mountains
from a spring I suppose,
as the water flows by, its beauty does grow.

This beautiful memory I held over the years,
was something from my childhood
that I hold very dear.

It is only a memory now in my mind,
because I went back to see it one more time.
To my shock and much unease,
they had let my creek stop flowing,
and be overgrown with weeds and trees.

When I saw the sight I almost cried,
because when I was young
I looked at my creek with love of nature
and with much pride.

I still can’t believe,
they would let it disappear.
So I can no longer see it, or no longer hear.
It breaks my heart to know,
people who care so little about letting
such beautiful things of nature
no longer be here.





Copyright by Judith Pleasant 5/23/2004