The Creek Walker: A Nature Poem
I was running through suburbia when I noticed a path
Right under a bridge where the frogs take their baths
A creek flowed underneath and onward into the wood
I pondered if going down could be something good
I walked down the slope and out of the known world
Away from all the noise, the boys, and the girls
I walked on the bank beside the shallow water
A spider stood in my path, but I did ignore her
How does one find peace in an ever-busy world?
With so much stress and beautiful girls?
I came down to the wood on something of a whim
Seeking the curiosity of a young man of 10
When children are young, they always explore
As we grow old, the adventure gets ignored
I jumped across rocks as the water flowed
No one to tell me when to stop or when to go
I grabbed a stick to slash at anything in my way
The adventure was at hand, no time to delay
I saw a turtle and picked him up for the trip
Whilst walking through, I most definitely tripped
I went farther and farther into lands unknown
A place where magic seemed to be overgrown
There was a patch of elephant ears all together
They seemed overjoyed, nothing could be better
It was as if I’d entered a magic book
That whisked me to a land where I was overtook
Like the entrance into Narnia or the land beyond the shire
It’s in the unknown that we find our hearts desire
I hopped through water when I had to cross
I scratched my legs when nature became the boss
I ran through meadows holding a stick like a sword
I felt like a child that never gets bored
I thought I might reach the end of the creek
