Deep Creek
by Ironhand

There is a valley below
Where crystal waters flow

It swirls and falls
Sounds of nature call

Majestic pines and willows grow
Mountain air and cool winds blow

And the Gray Squirrels chatter
As if conversation didn’t matter

There are butterflies too, flittering to and fro
In the place where giant pines cones grow

I will bring you one to let to show
From the edge of where the cool waters go

And trout flash the sun light
As they turn and seek the shadows night

In the waters cool
In the valley low

This place I’d show you
You’d like to know