Andy (emperoraf) wrote,

The Creek...

Walk to a creek I did one day,

With ancient paths spread before my way.

Armed with fifty-nine Psalms,

I made my way to the waters calm.


I could not hear the creek,

But I new by instinct to seek

The course the mountain lay out before me.


In a brown field I sat,

Starring at the golden, fat,

Reflection in the idyllic waters.


The waters rose mean,

As if by some specter unseen,

A wave covered me!

Over my chest it moved clean,

In my nose and in my mouth I breathed

The awful torrent.


Slipping away,

Slipping away,

I drowned in that creek that day,

My body bobbing up and down the idyllic waters.


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