once in a town not far from a crick,
lived a young man by the name of Jack
Jack visited this crick daily,
it made him calm.
it gave him happiness,
it was his way of getting away from the town.
Jack had a fear,
jacks fear is water.
He knew someday he would have to over come this.
That was the same night Jack decided to go swimming,
after he said goodbye to his family and friends.
He then left the town.
The next day he found washed up onto the meadow
next to his favorite crick.
Jack was dead.