The Creek
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Category : Poems
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I sit on the bank of a little creek, out where the flowers grow.
Listening to it trickle, watching as it flows.
There's something peaceful about this place, it's really quite serene.
And for a bit, I lose myself. It's like being in a dream.
The scent of the air, it smells so fresh, the scent of the hickory.
For this time, the world is fine and I am finally at peace.
