Old Man’s Creek

• Namrata Sapra, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2021

The old man, waiting for his sheep
Near the sunset near old man’s creek
His sheep bleat so cheerfully
He just sees the old man’s creek
So beautiful under the light of the sunset
Oh how he admires his sheep
But he seems invested into old man’s creek
The stars come a beat
The rhythm of the birds returning to their nests makes him feel neat
He doesn’t look at his sheep who bleat
Neither the birds that are pretty neat
He stares at his creek full of glee that made him ignore
His sheep who bleat
And the stars that come a beat
Neither he listens to the birds that are very neat
Because of his beloved Old man’s Creek