Our Creek

March 22, 2018

A simple flow of water heading towards me
The cold, crisp, refreshing water hitting my feet
Brings joy to families past.
I wonder as I play
Of what memories my family had
It is a wonder of joy and happiness I feel,
feeling the joy my mother had in this creek.
The same I feel now.
The flow of water has always been the same
For the longest time, I knew,
That it flows near my grandmother’s home






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