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Cattail Creek
Sitting beside the grumbling creek in the quiet
Reverberations of humble peace create a riot
Whirling across the smooth stones in gentle whispers
In white rapids that appease me with their whimpers
Sticking my bare feet into the rumble of liquid
Wandering what might be leering from the thicket
Laurels, fern and pine grasp at the silent clearing
Awaiting deer, opossum and squirrels appearing
My mind is lulled into a place of dreamy quiet
I think of this tender moment, growing compliant
There must be a place this beautiful in silence
Where I know I will recognize no reason for crying
This charming spot beside the flowing waters
Is filled with grace that voices all that it fathers
September 30, 2019
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Regina Mcintosh
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