Playing in the Creek

Photo credit:   Helen Lacey

I remember when I was little

Though it went by too quick

Some of my favorite adventures

Were down playing in the creek

My sister and I were explorers

We heard nature’s call

We’d walk along the creek

Searching for mini-waterfalls

Sometimes we’d find a frog

Or some rocks growing moss

We were intrigued by water striders

On the surface, skimming across

Our cousins sometimes went with us

Played like survivors, brave and bold

But we never swam in the creek

Because spring-fed water is too cold

The big culvert under the road

Was one of our favorite spots

We’d walk through it, back and forth

And watch the water fall over the rocks

Sometimes Mom would yell at us

Because we came back all wet

But it was usually worth it

Still some of my best memories yet