Creeks, that confine them, surround them and slush over them as the seasons and years go by, seem to play with life and bring it to it's perfection.
They were all orange with speckles and thick as thieves, hiding who knows what with their barrier of beauty. Snakes would slither from under them and slide into the waters, passing a huge terrapin and going on their way unless bothered by a kid splashing in the shallow creek.
Many years ago, children would dare a water moccasin and the elements to be among the paradise of natural, they'd scoop up a hand of silty soft mud and throw it at one another in happiness before dark came and their mother's call.
Walking deep into their midst, to pick some a small child would be lost in them, their smell of earth and fertility on the creeks bed. Sometimes, digging into the creeks ancient bed, you'd find a skeleton or two of an animal, some barbed wire, from farms left to be washed away by the predictable floods, an arrow left by some ancient Indian tribe, after all the creeks name was "Indian Creek".
Loathsome and lonesome the thought of all that having been replaced by today or tomorrow.
The weeping willow flares out it's branch in a last goodbye.
The TIGER LILLY.
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i love weeping willows!
the tiger lilies are all the place here right now. love them
They use to be all over where I grew up but now most are gone, just buildings instead.
thanks for dropping by ::)
I have some Tiger Lillies but didnt know what kind of Lilly I had.. My nephew and a friend of his went to the river and dug me up one, but now I have more than one.. but I love them...
The weeping willow tree reminds me of when I was a child,... my grandfather had one in his yard..
There used to be several weeping willows across the street. I used to play around and under them, they were huge old one's. That place was removed there's a highway there now or part of one.
Very delicate writing. Beautiful.
of being born
Why thank you Poddar, and I love your writings, they are just beautiful, sad sometimes, but beautiful ::)
Beautiful. I am not fond of change. I am glad we have memories.
Thanks you C. L. R ::)
Now that I am older, I dont like change either... I dont like the growth to our area because as we grow, more and more is torn up..... I love nature and the animals are being forced out of their habitats...
A whole lot, some places wouldn't even be recognizable.
This is lovely you paint wonderful visuals!
Thank you very much Debra.
That is one of the finest word paintings I have "ever" read.
Thanks! ::)
That is beautiful writing, L.H.!! The imagry and lyrical quality of your words gently swept me through.
Why, thanks so much ::)
beautiful presentaion
Thank you, Dr. Saxena ::)
very well done L.
my memories run amuck now.........
but this I remember well.........
thanks.........
Thank you ::)
i like lillies myself.
Thanks ::)