Four Mile Creek
Four mile creek, don't really know if you
were four miles long or not, one time
Danny and I tried to find out, we walked
a little ways, then gave up.
You were where we came to swim
when we had no money for the pool,
cut foot many times in your dirty water,
wonder I never got lock jaw.
Could always find junk in your
water and even junk cars were thrown in
there from time to time. In winter we used
you for a skating rink and hoping we would not
fall through.
Spring and summer many times water over flowed your
banks and came up to our back door, wiping out our garden
many times.
Left home in 1964 so you became a stranger to me,
but sure miss those days of my youth when I
use to come down and see you many a day.
Written 8-8-11
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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