If you follow
the meanders of a little creek
you always find something
of interest tucked away
further in
little places
sights and sounds
hidden away along its banks
that whisper joyfully
to your senses
a patch of ferns growing wild
a rock wall from some forgotten time
the music of a waterfall
and so I walk the creeks
and look for things
of mystery
of beauty
places no one else will go
places just waiting
for someone to come along
and write a poem about.