Creek

Sitting along the creek side

Lost in my world of dreams
Sucking down a cold one As a bluejay off in the background softly sings

A robin busy gathering worms for her young

A squirrel busy chattering at me
At the top of his lungs

The wind blows by me

Making soft music threw the trees
Off in the distance I can barely make out a Young fawn eating grass and some leaves

So simple is nature

Down to earth so true
Free of crime and hate Politics, religion
These things man did create

Wouldn’t it be nice if nature

Could tell us what it sees
For man just takes What it needs

I often wonder if my children

In 30 years or more
Will get to enjoy this creek side Or off fighting in some foreign war.