On tin-can creek
where I stayed long
the woodsy mist
made up for wrongs
Ragweed wove
my loving cup
as evening soaked
my sorrows up
Burs and brambles
scored my skin
I made shift
to let them in
Brown and thin
as autumn leaves
by tin-can creek
I came to be
Now am old
and far from there
but tin-can creek
once heard my prayer.
Brian Purdy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-tin-can-creek/
