There, oh there, at the sandy beach
A visit too short for a whole, long speech
The creek itself, long and winding
A boy’s tan hands, a frog in each

Against each other the stones are grinding
The sun against the water blinding
The humans in the water making a splash
The animals seemingly not minding

In the water, a single thrash
Out of the water in a flash
Into the open comes a single serpent
Onto the shore in a single dash

Even after looking, time well spent
I do not know where that serpent went
That one day then, down at the creek
In the place that I could never resent