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Creekside

Our guests write the nicest things in the guest books that we leave in the rooms and cottages!  The following poem was left in the guest book in Cozy Cottage this November….  Thanks, Carling!

 

Creekside

 

This morning hangs, draped

Over trees and tall grass.

A thick misty fabric bends

Branches and blades.

No beams of light on this day.

 

The air holds the brightness

Tightly, lips pursed around a secret,

Thin wisps escaping like smoke.

The white glow of the sun moves muted

Around the burdened, lumbering trees.

I walk with my dog along the creekbed

We are searching for the perfect place.

 

We have arrived.

 

Carling McManus

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