On tin-can creek <br />where I stayed long <br />the woodsy mist <br />made up for wrongs <br /> <br />Ragweed wove <br />my loving cup <br />as evening soaked <br />my sorrows up <br /> <br />Burs and brambles <br />scored my skin <br />I made shift <br />to let them in <br /> <br />Brown and thin <br />as autumn leaves <br />by tin-can creek <br />I came to be <br /> <br />Now am old <br />and far from there <br />but tin-can creek <br />once heard my prayer.<br /><br />Brian Purdy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-tin-can-creek/
