The Creek                               7/24/97

In my life I have seen good and bad times
babies, flowers, friends, and even equines
Along the way, so little to remind 
Me of the good times

Way back when
the days lasted forever
and everyone was my friend
I thought those day’s would never end

A move to the city
and I had to start all over again
but nothing was the same
all those people blew my mind
and everywhere I looked
but not one equine

I can make a new friend 
each and every day
and in time 
that friendship, once mine
comes to an end

I am haunted by a memory
of a life that used to be
in world without this cruelty
where  man coexisted with nature, naturally

I remember the creek
With the weeping willow
such a warm place 
whose comfort I seek
in the depths of my pillow

I then awaken each day
sweat upon my face
to the reality
that I’ve lost  my way
in this strange place. . . 

© Rodney C. Walmer  7/24/97

This poem is dedicated to Jo Ann a very close friend 
who not only inspired it, but happens to be one the 
closest friends I have. Thankyou Jo Ann for being who 
you are. 
 

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