The Upper Inlet - Roger Lanich

The Upper Inlet

The small creek is murmuring
Trickling on and on 
To somewhere it’ll join another
In the woods beyond

Through the cedar swamp it runs 
With brook trout in its stream
Where I fished long ago
A child in a dream

It hasn’t changed a lot since then

I still walk its winding trail 
Underneath a cedered trees

I wish that time would return me
But I know it never will
And though my days are numbered

Roger Lanich 
Wausaukee