Have you ever felt the sand and mud between your toes, <br />And watched the spring water pour into the creek as it glows? <br />The crawfish, tadpoles, minnows, and baby turtles vie for position, <br />And strive dutifully to complete their mission This adventure is extra special when you are only eleven. <br />The hours pass fast; you forget that you must be home by seven. <br />The glass Kerr jar is full with the day's treasure, <br />And the canteen's drinking water has gotten too small to measure. As you ride your bike home, some things come to mind: <br />The smooth, flint rocks, and even a real goldfish I did find. <br />The smell of wild flowers, and the pinch of the crawfish. <br />What a day it has been; what more could I wish.<br /><br />Zane Blythe Dalton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wading-the-creek/
