Quiet Mountain Essays

Copyright ©, 2005; All Rights Reserved by Author

The Creek
by
Ann M. Prentice

She kept dreaming of a creek, dreaming
of a creek, dreaming of a creek,
and the sound of water running
rippling over small pebbles turned smooth
washing over tiny toes bared and
fingers exploring for treasures untold
waiting to be found within

her creek.  The dream she kept
dreaming of a creek, the crystal clear water
capturing rainbows, yes rainbows
with reflections of who she was and is
being carried over the rocks and under
fallen trees, half in, half out, seemingly set
to slow her advance towards who she could be.

But the water flowed in her creek,
dreaming and believing that the water
must flow,         and so it goes
tunneling new paths and spilling over
banks in its furious rush onward
pummeling the earth, swirling, carrying away
the refuse she’d buried long ago.



Inspired by Sarah Lindsay’s “Olduvai Gorge Thorn Tree”

Contributor's Notes...

Ann Prentice is a graduate student in the Public History program at the University of Albany.  She is a
member of the International Women's Writing Guild, and has attended their "Remember the Magic"
Conference at Skidmore College for the past four years.  Future plans include combining her love of
writing with her passion for the American Civil War, in order to make that period of history alive and more
exciting for today's readers.

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