The Unknown Creek

[Ken Corbett]

The stream is new, an unknown creek.
It piques my curiosity.
The narrow winding turns bespeak
its gentle sinuosity.

Between the banks I softly pass,
alders leaning in the flow.
Flowers fair in emerald grass
nod and wave as on I go.

Birdlets sing
then take wing
as down the dappled stream I float.
Violets sprout,
and silver trout
dart and quiver neath my boat.

Adventure calls
down sunlit halls.
I live my fondest dream.
I'm free at last,
there is no past.
My future is the stream.

Ken

[AquarianM]

Ken, I like this on several levels - the metaphor of the stream as time is certainly one, the beauty of nature and the freedom and peace of mind out in nature are another, and also the thrill of guiding a canoe through such places. I've done a bit of canoeing in my time, and it's a joy.

Dan