this river runs ragged
thru the hills
i always return here
to hear the sparrow-song
& listen to the water rush
along the embankments
like a manic mind
bursting with zeal
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A Quiet Hour at the Creek (photos)
My anxiety has been getting the best of me lately, but it’s improving. The other day, my grandfather and I spent a quiet hour at a little creek and wooded area in our neighborhood just to get out of the house. It helped.
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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.
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