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
Or aged a day in time
Unlike myself who’s gotten old
Filled with memories in my mind

I still walk its winding trail 
Underneath a cedered trees
Dipping my line into the water
So content and carefree

I wish that time would return me
But I know it never will
And though my days are numbered
The creek will run there still

Roger Lanich 
Wausaukee