The little creek murmurs, as it slowly meanders along the forest floor.
Its water runs deep and cold; for autumn has arrived and winter is not far behind.
A strong north wind sings through the tall oaks, elm and cotton wood trees.
Scarlet, honey yellow, red and bright gold leaves scatter and drift slowly to the
ground, creating a beautiful multicolored blaket for mother earth’s winter gown.
Oh! How I know this place so well!
As a small boy of ten, fishing, swimming and playing the part of a pirate on the banks
of this small, water wonderland, that my young friends called Flat Creek.
Days of childhood delight, lying in the tall, green grass on our backs, watching the white
clouds as they past overhead, imagining the shapes of the clouds as animals, drifting and floating
Autumn in her colorful gown!
Oh! What a wonderful time to be a boy of ten, playing with his boyhood friends, laughing, jumping
on piles of colorful leaves that have fallen from the now barren trees..
Those delightful days are now long gone, but the memories are as bright as Mother earth’s autumn gown,