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Lost Creek

You cut through the earth.
When was your birth?
Make wide your steep rocky banks,
for your beauty, thanks.
Hawks fly and nest above you,
owls roost there too.
Fish swim in you clear pool,
your water stays cool.

You cut through the rock,
released from your lock.
Bring out your fine bright gold,
from times of old.
Children play in you waters,
fathers look for daughters.
Rocks break up in your floods,
making waterfalls with suds.

Your lost no more,
homes line you shore.
Your gold is secure,
hidden now for sure.

--Hubert Crowell

Photo By: Hubert Crowell Photo By: Hubert Crowell

2010 Hubert C. Crowell