Letters From The Barn: Down By The Creek
There are no shells by the creek here, but there are odd shaped rocks and old tree branches that have grown new shapes now that they’ve been washed far down stream from where they began. I lost a tree the other day to the creek. There are no branches left, the current took them away more quickly than I would have imagined. I wonder where they are downstream. Maybe I will pass part of them one day in town as a walking stick carved by an old man who steps past me or made into small star shaped earrings by a young woman who likes to gather driftwood after the rain.
Author: Meriwether O'Connor