Lost Creek

by Douglas Polk

Lost Creek flowed on the fringe of town,
past haunted houses,
abandoned by all,
but the spirits and the farmers,
keeping cows on the rented land,
a place for lost boys to go,
the water cool and clean,
shaded by trees along the banks,
escape for an afternoon,
the troubles of home,
no worries of money or tomorrow,
able to revel in the wilderness,
an African Safari on the fringe of town,
Lost Creek,
a place lost boys go.