ROCK CREEK WATERS (Poem)

Rock Creek waters,

Winding, twisting,

Tumble to the Potomac.

Butterscotch waters

Race and stall.

Ducks swim freely, yet, remain behind.

The storm’s torrent,

Swelling stream now,

Turbulent flows a river.

The angry waters

Crush and toss

Overflowing where the banks are low.

The winter’s cold,

Frosting, freezing,

Crusts the lonely creek with ice.

Quietly snow falls

Coating thick

Creek, bank, trees with blanket of snow.

The Sunday throng,

On sunny days,

Picnic and play on the banks.

No longer lonely

Waters now

Wind, twist, tumble to the Potomac.

1961