cleared and marked a pathway for you and the many thousands like you that have also come to enjoy
into your own backyard.
narrow but well worn. Any shrubbery that would have grown has been trampled down and all that is
the trail, I begin to feel the trees closing around me until the house can no longer be seen. I follow the
trail to where it stops at the creek’s edge, approaching quietly so as not to disturb any of the wild
that I can have full view of the creek and the beauty it possesses. I can hear the rush of the water
morning sun, I begin to gulp in the beauty as a starving man would gulp down food. I start my usual
ritual of examining the banks of the creek by gazing down the right side of it first. I notice that the wild
bend that takes the remainder of the creek from my view.
still lies partially upon its stump so that it looks like the shape of an “L”. Two ducks are using it for a
resting perch. I continue my perusal up the bank to the dogwood trees. Their beauty is awesome.
Their branches, filled with ivory white blossoms, stretch across the creek as if trying to touch the
other side. They remind me of an archway, waiting for someone to walk beneath them. Standing
alongside the bank is a beautiful doe with her newborn fawn. She flicks her ears and raises her nose
to the air as if to catch my scent. I do not move hoping that she will stay just a bit longer. After she
has drawn me here day after day. The waterfall!
As I gaze at it, I can feel the coolness and the power of the water as it rushes over the rocks and into
the pool ten feet below. I lay back on my rock and see that the trees have opened their leaves to
allow me a view of the sky. The sky is an azure blue with white pillowy clouds.
makes me feel as if I totally alone, the lone survivor on this planet. My mind goes oblivious to
everything except for the rushing sound of the water. Slowly other sounds begin to filter through. I
It seems as if only seconds have passed but I know that it must be hours because I can no longer
feel the warmth of the sun. Slowly I rise, knowing that I must start heading back to the house. I take
one last long look and I begin to wonder, as I have so many times before, will it be here when I come
back again? Will the wild animals allow me to share the waterfall, the creek and the beauty of it all
frequently than the waterfall that is a part of my own