Creek Poems - Poems about Creek

Judge Horne issued a decree that elections take place this week  For the positions of mayor and sheriff in the town of Milton Creek  It had now been nearly four years and was somewhat overdue  Some known names were mentioned and some nobody knew. Rumour had it John Scultz of the Cactus Ranch was running for mayor It was also...

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thick creek rise joins fog deposits its presence upon everything ...

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Breach the surface within, Feelings change, Cold hands always doubting me. Ceilings hang over me, Teach me to never break down, Sealing what’s shouting “release”. I was always a dove, These feelings of love, They’re what’re crowding me. I was only a dove, Those days I was young, Cold hands were holding onto me. I...

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. lean'nin 'gainst an age'd wooden ranch fence ...

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In flood the creek is still a walk over. A listless washing of the land, a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary, or delta of anything at all. The opaque water meanders through sunken banks then after a few miles, seeps into a wallow of bottomland. It recently has been given a name, a new housing development built beside...

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Giant balls of tumbleweed were blowing down the main street And off the Sierra Nevada mountains there blew a fine sleet It was late December in the old Western town of Milton Creek Preparations were under way for the start of Christmas week. Mayor Tom had called a council meeting for that afternoon To be held in the mayor's office...

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The tree that stands at Kidder Creek Reminds us of our friend Who was called away from us, Her life on earth to end. This tree so brightens all our sight When thereupon we gaze, It lets us know that we still live Until our last of days. A blossom here, a blossom there, but quickly flowers fall; Our friend here we remember Was a flower...

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The muddy water creek-ing along pines meandering, windless scene absurd, acerbic, honed. ...

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Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best. - Henry Van Dyke Reflected in the water, flowing gently Sighs, songs, silence, so wonderfully inviting Her rhythm, still as the music’s soul, Glowing like the autumn’s knowing, her joy Rising to the surface, leaves in vibrant hues Glittering...

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Sheriff Koplin was woken up by a loud trumpeting sound Grabbed his Winchester and prepared to stand his ground A huge elephant was walking by it took him by surprise He'd never seen one in his life and couldn't believe his eyes. A band followed the procession along the main street Along with clowns with red noses and big shoes...

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Who knoweth thoust toad than thoust legless load be ye first to croak than thoust frog's now croak. Frog caught sight of croc toad cast eyes on site got six of eight legs ate...

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The small stream gurgles and speaks as it cuts through the northside of town. I stop and listen as if this is my first time but it’s always been here when I passed it in haste. Now we’re in conversation at a bend in the middle of a thicket of trees where nature whispers and sings. The sun peeking through branches offers a moment of revelations morning’s meditation. A...

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no pole is needed just a bucket for minnows and small crawdads too...

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A storm had rolled in off the Sierra Nevada and hit Milton Creek Townsfolk were dashing all about town for shelter they did seek Freak storms like this were a rarity and puddles were everywhere Some folks had never seen the like and all they could do was stare. Most of the men took shelter and headed for Jan's Manx...

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Down at the creek The sun rises magenta Against cobalt With a strange sandy-grey glow above Here out on the porch The...

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