Sneakin' Down To Millcreek Poem by Biff McGuire

Sneakin down to Millcreek,
To spend time with my friends
The brown under the willow roots,
The suckers round the bend

A pair of geese and all their kin
Asleep under a tree
Agreeing that this dirty creek
Will suit them to a tee

The muskrat chewin bullrush shoots
He takes a dive for me
And wood ducks now returning,
Once a year for me to see

The vagrant with his setline,
Hoping he might catch some dinner
Now a carp has stole his bait,
Hes cussing like a sinner

The beauty still is held within,
If you dont mind the lookin
The folks that come here arent fools,
Their image is miss-tookin

Bumble Bees and Hummingbirds
Fly at a frantic pace
Garden spiders in the brush
Crocheting natures lace

Every city has a creek,
A diamond in the rough
Flowing past graffitied walls
With words to make you blush

So seek them out, (or better yet)
Show some child the wonders there
Within the confines of your town
And help another youngster care