Musing at Mad Indian Creek

by David B. Swanger

Mad Indian waters flowing free
Ripple, gurgle, and sing to me
Of a journey of strife
Of a wandering life
And a need to return to the mother sea.

I sense that life is a'flowing -
Rippling and gurgling and going...
That my journey will end
At the round of yon bend
In the arms of the God of all knowing.