Sugar Creek
By a covered bridge
years ago
Fishing in the creek
with dad, sister, and brother
Staying out past
dark in the summer warmth
Hidden by the trees
embracing the banks of Sugar Creek
Water lazily
drifting
Muddy and gray
Cicadas noisily play
Bob White calling
Fire flies glowing
Catching catfish
Together with dad
That's what mattered
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-176C)
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