XVIII: Walks at Mesa Point

A walk I can remember by my home

by my old school across the street was I,

and by a creek that I had never known

until I moved and lived there, by and by.

Whene’er it rained the morn was blissful bright,

and all the hiding insects saw the day.

Along that trail beside that creek I’d light

and see what life would meet me by the way.

Betimes a bee or centipede wou…