Two days of rain and the creek is rolling merrily along again
fully alive with many items on its agenda:
Sweep up the fallen leaves and whoosh them along.
Pick up human trash and scatter it elsewhere.
Lay down fresh piles of fossils and rocks.
Laugh its way through the woods calling
Goodbye sycamores! Goodbye Kingfishers!
So long banks and bluffs! I’ve others to see.
I’d like to stay–well, I’m just saying that–but
I must rush off! Another time perhaps (again,
just being polite). And that, as some say, is that.
