TO THE CREEK! 37 



ciently expressive adjective in the Eng- sleeping " gator" adorning the shore 



lish language to qualify the kind of of a romantic bayou in the Sunny 



sportsman who joyously butchers a South. 



TO THE CREEK! 



By ALWIN WEST 



Come down the path where the bayberry grows, 

 And the bobolink sings in the tree ; 



Follow the winding way just as it goes, 

 Till you smell the salt breath of the sea. 



Not the great, gruff sea whose waves all day 



On the barren coast are tossed ; 

 But one of his children who's wandered away, 



And, amid the green meadows, got lost. 



The waters laugh, so blue and so free, 

 With the glint of the sun on their breast ; 



The tall marsh grasses wave merrily 

 With the breezy day's unrest. 



Then in we dash with a bounding splash ; 



The waters we gladly greet ; 

 In diamonds drop they leap and flash 



And our rough embrace they meet. 



O, bird on the wing, through the air you skim ; 



Your flight is boundless and free ; 

 But through the clear water to dive and to swim 



Is a greater joy to me! 



