Creeks of This Land

I have crossed the streams,
those flowing movements,
that come from beneath,
massive groves of Oaks,
trickling down the hillside,
merging with others,
whose journey leads,
to places yet seen.

I have drank from these streams,
whose merger became a name,
so often softly repeated,
dismounting from my steed,
to cup my hands,
to sup, of this nourishment,
to quince my thirst,
whereas,this grace,
I am satisfied.

The names become a chant,
that only the Eagle can sing,
as it flies overhead,
chased by the Hawk,
chased by the Crow,
with a small Sparrow,
trailing behind,
all traveling the red road.

Creeks, and not the native,
thou, without the natives,
all would have been diminished,
in the name of progress,
daring to preserve,
what the creator gave,
all, all of this land.

I ride, I look to the sky,
I dismount, cup my hands,
oh, I do remember thy name,
and feel most blessed,
that my parched lips,
have tasted thy cool waters,
oh Cypress, oh Caney,
oh Brushy, and the Oak,
and least not Bear.

To Sandy I sing my praise,
and dance by the shores of Quicksand,
knowing your dangers,
reaching only for berries,
that hang upon the vines,
eat of the Muscadines,
truly with a satisfied mind,
having riden pass the Cow,
and even Franks Branch,
to settle in the Pocket,
along with the panther and bear.

Oh sing of the waters,
flowing through this land,
these creeks, even Indian,
this still is but a few,
The Crow,the Trout, and so many,
that flow across this land,
we pass by once again,
and must give thanks.

A Short Tale of Geo, Hyper and Parallel

A short tale of Geo, Hyper, and Parallel
and how they attempted to fool Euclid, and Descartes,
by sneaking off from school and across its yard

Once upon a late Spring Evening,
the classroom suddenly seemed vacated,
Euclid was up at the board,
talking about this and that,
turning around, discovering his best was a miss,
he turned seeing that Calculus,
was dozing on the back row,
notorious for being an instigator,
yet, he was there.

Euclid called for the truant officer,
sending him to look,
with him finding the trio,
down by the duck pond.
He thus asked of Geo,
why he was not in school,
Geo me try,
he did reply,
queried of Parallel,
oh, do you want me,
to hand you a line,
last was Hyper,
with the look of his eyes,
the officer knew he was in space.

By the neck,
the trio was hauled to old Descartes,
the principal and who had the rule,
saying to Geo Me try,
next speaking,
about Parallel Lines,
seeing that Hyper
was in space,
time was a waste.

Where ever we go in life,
we will encounter this trio,
Geo Me try,
Parallel Lines,
and Hyper Space,
they will always play with our minds,
thanks to Ms Stein and her roses,
we still can rhyme.