The Creek

The water is running swift and fast

Rippling in and under and around

Dancing over smooth brown rocks

Wearing their coats of mossy green

The sun glitters and twinkles on the surface despite the surge of power and froth

As I look I see sky’s life reflected back at me

Birds, clouds, leaves and a kite

Along the bank a lamb steps forward in trepidation, nervous to cross over

She backs away afraid and looks for her mother to guide her

I move further up the creek trailing a stick in the rush of a thousand billion drops

The force of it tugging my hand until I let go

I glance up as I hear shouts of glee and contest

Through silvery gums and weeping willows I see kids running towards me as they chase their twig boats, racing along the current

I smile with laughing eyes as the ruckus runs past me and I spot a flat boulder

I just can’t resist and slip off my sandals

The grass is soft and lush as I reach my ready made seat and dangle my toes in the rising waters

Ice cold it shocks me giving goosebumps but I don’t care

I lean back with my face to the warming sun

Enjoying the sounds of life; the bleats of a lamb, distant joyful screams, whistling leaves on the breeze

And mostly the thunderous roar of my creek after the storms