ALONG OLD WILLOW CREEK
I paused when I saw you there
And thought you were unique,
Lipping a scented lilac bush
Along Old Willow Creek.
Your spotted fawn was suckling then,
Milk staining one small cheek —
A lasting portrait in my mind,
Along Old Willow Creek.
What karma led me to that spot
When everything seemed bleak?
For the day then shouted beauty
Along Old Willow Creek.
I knew I did not dare intrude
And surely should not speak,
But I yearned to stroke you gently,
Along Old Willow Creek.
I watched until your tiny fawn
Bedded down in sleep,
And then I slowly backed away,
Along Old Willow Creek.
9/10/93 – Phyllis DeWitt -VanVleck
4’th … Arkansas NPD 1993
5’th … Sparrowgrass 1994
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