The Creek

“Plip Plop Plip Plop”

The duck drank with its beak,

Slowly, with no rush.

“Splash” the fish swam through the calm creek.

The deer’s hooves rustle through the grass.

My feet slipped in the sand.

A rock skimmed across the water.

I must say, this is much better than being in class!

The horse galloped, their mane, soaring through the air.

We ran over to a tree, to get our bikes

My friend smiled and picked a pear.

He gave me a wink, then biked away.

I jumped on my bike and pedalled away.

The creek was captivating, but that’s time up for today.