Beside The Creek Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

I stopped beside the lazy creek
to rest the weary soles of my feet.
Set down on one knee I stooped to drink
but withheld my tongue at my horse's neigh.
I ladled some water from that mellow brink
and he gulped it down with nothing more to say.

I unlatched his heavy saddle
and put it away, nothing more to battle.
Beneath the different leaves I laid
to gaze up at the stars poking through.
With all my debts to the day paid
at last I kicked off my shoes.

Nothing more do I seek
laying beside this old creek.
Finally at my journey's end I listen to the fire crackle
and laugh with death, together we cackle.
- Samuel Richard Leonard