![]() Along The CreekA Poem by Missy Moooooo![]() I'm back to poetry writing y'all.![]()
I will remember my childhood always
For it wasn't the average childhood. Many got to learn how to swim At the beach, Or a pool. Me, My parents wouldn't allow me To eat the fish I caught; Until I learned how to swim. I had to swim to edge of the creek Without my swimmers. I grew up on the creek, Where every night you ate The food you caught during the day, Where you ate fresh vegetables, And dairy products straight from the sources. You could say I grew up on a farm, But that is only half of it. The sounds of forty dogs barking Along with the rooster Woke you up. The sweet smell of fire echoed the log house In the winter time, The quick rush of the creek overflowed Into our log house after a rainstorm. But best of all, I have a family that camps, Rides horses, loves dogs Hates cats, starts a fire by scratch makes any-song A campfire song, isn't afraid to eat something they killed. And best of all My family grew up on the creek Where there's millions of memories And not one is better than the other. Where you are not afraid to build A huge Bon-Fire, or to keep your Car unlocked. Nothing is going to happen To your truck this far from the road. Make sure if you come by to let us know First cause my daddy has a gun and he's Not afraid to use it. Innocence grew here along with me, Sometimes you may pop a inner tube Goin' down the strong current Be sure not to wear a motorcycle Helmet and hop into a canoe after A fresh hurricane. The smiles I recall reminiscing how My life once was, For I will never forget that place Along the river where everything was Exceptional to do, and every dumb Decision was encouraged, 9-1-1 calls in the middle of the night, No big deal I got bit by an eel. 9-1-1 calls in the middle of the early morning, no big deal I got a fishhook Stuck in my finger. 9-1-1 calls never, not possible. My life there was what every redneck Child calls the best. Who wouldn't love to live along the creek Where you can do almost anything, Learning how to drive a car by being Able to decipher the exact issue and Know how to fix it. There is nothing quite like living Along the creek in a log house. I'd do it again, any day. © 2013 Missy MooooooAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 30, 2013 Last Updated on June 30, 2013 Author![]() Missy MooooooCowtown ;) , PAAbout18, Freshman in College Criminal Justice Major :DDD more..Writing
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