The creek was a rushing river,
even up close to the source.
A crawl up the gully reveals
moss covered boulders, lichen,
and a mass of weeping rock.
The earth sweats from the effort,
the acres muddy and soft.
The trees shiver—the breeze
rattling shriveled leaves and testing
the weight of old giants.
. . . . . .
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