Down by the Creek (a poem)

We’re at the creek because this is a happy place

for us – the birdsong is soothing, the trickling water

reminds me these places exist in reality –

not just the online world we live in.

I take pictures, put my phone away, breathe in

fresh air – sunlight reflects off muddy water,

he climbs moss-covered rocks, searching for

a good spot to cast his line.

Trout nibble on the line, and I relish

getting mud on my boots and claiming

a long branch as a walking stick.

3 thoughts on “Down by the Creek (a poem)

    • Nick Pipitone September 25, 2020 / 3:17 pm

      Thanks Tina! The weather is beautiful right now where I am!

      • Tina McFarlane September 25, 2020 / 3:17 pm

        Same here! Fall is my favourite time of year.

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