Poem: The Creek

                                   The Creek

                                         

Paths cross, currents merge. Generations unite.

Shallow branches flow from this shore.

Each seeks direction, ventures farther.

Seafaring kin unrooted, lineage unknown,

Settle and mingle in a sea of posterity.

Tidal rhythms nurture. Life ebbs and flows.

Sweet memories ride ocean breezes.

Wooden skiffs with gray canvas sails, oars and small engines

Float nautical adventures.

Fish hooked, crabs dipped, clams dug.

Islands explored, deserted ocean shores roamed.

Swigs from a water jug shared.

At days end starlit nights reveal distant constellations

While lightning bugs hang beneath the trees.

Bedtime stories join a lullaby of whippoorwills.

Memories swirl of earlier generations.

Toddlers nestle on grandparents’ laps.

Traditions bound by blood and location.

Births, weddings and deaths weave a rich history.

Past and future generations tell the story.

Life refreshed, new visions kindled. 

A family estuary thrives.

By Jan Rider

4/2/19