The Little Creek

 I sat beside the little creek

and watched the water flow

across the stones and wend its way

to the husky river below.

 

I sat here in my childhood

with my books and dreams to grow

and all the while the little creek

ran to the river below.

 

The small stones got more polished,

my books were set aside,

my dreams did not all come true

but the little creek kept its glide.

 

As I grew older and more mature

one fact I could bestow,

the little creek would always run

and join the river below.

 

Our life is like the little creek

that travels on and on.

It carries us to a greater end

and we are never really gone.

 

~ Florence L. Miller