On my way
Down to the creek
I walked alone
No one with me.
On my way
I saw a man
Beside a tree
A knife in hand.
Was carving deep
Into the bark
His three initials
JDR.
We didn’t speak
I walked on by
No nod, or smile
“Hello“or “Hi!” .
Over the water
The branches curved
I found my strength
I found my nerve.
A rope hung from
The strongest branch
I held on tight
With both my hands.
Out and away
Far from the bank
The rope gave way
My body sank.
Under water
In too deep
The man jumped in
He rescued me.
He brought me to
The water’s edge
A day that I
Will not forget.
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Image: Google Images. Cole Watkins Tours.
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