The old creek, with little more than <br />A trickle of a flow, <br />Ran along the base of the bridge— <br />Slightly winding as it went. <br /> <br />It joins the countless places <br />That foster childhood memories. <br />There, down a hill, we caught <br />Minnows, tadpoles, crayfish and turtles. <br /> <br />We had to cross the creek <br />To get to Granny’s house. <br />And sometimes, I (a little child) <br />Was timid and so afraid. <br /> <br />But there was always one older <br />To encourage and guide along— <br />Until the day came, <br />When I was no longer afraid. <br /> <br />Then I could cross alone, <br />For I had conquered the old creek. <br /> <br />© 2009 W.S.<br /><br />Walterrean Salley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conquering-the-old-creek/
