FEET IN THE CREEK



  Beneath the trees that touch the sky,


  Down where their leaves fall to the ground.


  Across a meadow, beyond the grass so tall,


  A creek with flowing water, I travel under the sun.


  What a treat, my shoes are off, my feet in the creek,


  Under these trees that have stood here for some time,


   Beneath the blue and clouded sky, water touches my 
   Feet,

  Feet in the creek, a cool, flowing breeze, just these 
  Things and me.

                                            Keith Garrett