The Little Creek
There was a spring fed creek a little ways from my home. My cousin and I would go there when we just wanted to roam. Our parents trusted us. We never got into trouble. We just played in the creek and came home on the double. When it was mealtime, we knew we always should be there to help our moms' so we always did that good. But, when we had our free time, we would have a ton of fun. Wading in that little creek and splashing on the run. Chasing and catching minnows. Once in awhile a salamander. Through the trees and around, the little creek did meander. Oh, it was always so cool there, on a hot July summer day. We thought of it as just a wonderful place to play. Now, progress has destroyed that. The trees are all dead and gone. The little spring has dried up and there is no splashing to be done. I long for the days gone by when kids knew how to be good. We could have fun and laugh, and knew not to be rude. But, just like the little creek has gone and disappeared. I fear the children of today are doomed to lives of fear. Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 27 2001 04:04 PM PST 0 • 1
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