Spring-Summer 2009

Prose

Poetry

Artwork

Orchid photo (left) by
Carol Freeman.

Prairie burn photo by
John Barrett.

Pine cone bud photo by
Mary Ramsden.

Walking Sand Creek

Fredrick Zydek

We are strangers to this place
praising its natural state.  No
one comes this way.  Fishing
is poor here, it’s not deep enough
for a boat or a raft and certainly

not good for swimming.  You
can find arrowheads along this
creek.  It is the watering place
for every creature living in this
neck of the plains.  Wild ducks

and antelope quench their thirst
in these waters, buffalo once
drank here and white-tailed deer
still come early in the day to take
their fill once the prairie cats,

black bears and coyotes have gone
to their sleeping.   We walk this
creek not to hunt or seek artifacts. 
We are strolling through what
the universe has accomplished

out in the prairie grass and looking
for a cottonwood or two where
we can pitch our tents in their shade,
warm up a few cans of beans and
pretend for a while that we live here.