The Other Poems
And This Shall Be Our Creek

We walked down to the babbling brook and sat down on the sand.
I whispered all my love to you and gently held your hand.
And as we sat alone together, by the babbling brook,
I kissed you gently on your lips until your body shook
like reeds in gently flowing waters, brushed by gentle winds,
while waters wash their gentle roots whene'er the streamlet bends.
I looked you in your tear-filled eyes and stroked you on your cheek.
I said, "You are my love, my love, and this shall be our creek."

We walked along the babbling brook, on rocks and stones and sand.
I whispered all my love to you and always held your hand.
Then gentle streams of gentle tears were added to the brook,
and I looked gently in your eyes and saw within your look
that you would stay and walk with me, by all the rocks and bends,
and live with me and be with me until the river ends.
I walked with you and held your hand, and though you could not speak,
I knew you were my love, my love, and this would be our creek.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org