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The Creek
As I look out my window I see the winding creek
That slices through the trees. It holds secrets that we may
Never know. But we do know it holds water, a playground for fish,
A home for turtles, and a landing strip for ducks.
Above the creek are bridges, bridges for people, bridges for
Game trails and bridges for life.
In the banks of the creek are squirrels, squirrels that are
Busy gathering food and making nests high up in the tree tops.
Away from the creek are homes, homes that give people shelter,
Shelter that gives people comfort, and comfort that gives people happiness.
As I leave the window those secrets
Are still there,
Still in the creek,
Still within the bridges,
Still in the game trails,
Still on the banks of the creek
And the outlands of the water.
The secrets still stand that we may never know.
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