Wilson Creek

Many moons ago, on warm spring afternoons, after high school let out for the day, my friends and I would go wading in Wilson Creek in Dearborn county, Indiana, near Lawrenceburg.

 In some places, the water was so deep that we would hike up our skirts as far as possible so that we wouldn't get our dresses wet.  I think this particular wading place has been bull-dozed to make room for a Wal-Mart.  This photo isn't of OUR Wilson Creek, but it does look just like my memories of it.  I call this poem Contentment.



CONTENTMENT



I step carefully in the cool water


Making sure the slippery rocks

Do not alter my footsteps

And send me splashing among the minnows.

Trees arch over the stream

And keep it shaded for all who come to explore.

The clear water acts as a window

Showing crayfish burrowing in the silt

And scampering from my toes.

The shallow stream travels over small rapids

And skims over stones colored by green moss.

It speeds on, curving and twisting,

And continues flowing to unknown places,

Enchanting unknown explorers

As myself.