This creek is an old friend , for I've sat at the banks with a gun in my hand . Lifted every rock for mud puppies and crayfish , walked it's bank days on end , as child , teenager , a soldier and a Dad , Twenty eight years ago I  travelled back with my new daughter , to give thanks , for showing me the light ,  and now much older with grandchild in hand I bow to you once more , my dear, dear , old friend !