Ode To The Cedar Creek
by Lori Meier
October 21, 2006
It was a clear, crisp day that we met to play On the Cedar Creek was where we paddled The trees were beautiful, the creek so clear Twists and turns, oh no we lost someone Traveling through to the dam we go We jump on down to the other side There goes another one who wanted to explore It’s time to end this bad rhyme Lori |
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