Wallaway Creek

• Kate Beveridge, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

I perch idly by the banks of tranquil Wallaway Creek,
Betwixt the forest of emerald grass as sleek as velvet.
I gaze aloft at the dappling of light shining through the leaves,
And my ears are filled with the din of birds causing racket.
Water as clear as glass in nestled in secretive little alcoves,
While mottled lilies tickle the soles of my feet.
I meander along a wall of stone fringing the rippling water,
And leap onto mossy boulders that provide stepping stones over the surface.
I cast a pebble into the water and it lands with a quiet plop,
Joining the cluster of rocks that litter the bed in a stony blanket.
I climb out of my tiny forest and remove my ragged shoes,
Dropping into the water that swirls about my ankles in tiny whirlpools.
The creek holds a humble beauty that delights the soul,
And I cherish it, and the way it throbs with the pulse of life.