Summertime At Fall Creek by Amergin

He stands on the culvert
Looking at the cool water below
Legs bending, arms swinging
Flowers dance in the summer glow
The water swallows him whole
His arms pull, his legs kick
As her fingers tickle his body
It's summertime at Fall Creek

He floats to the edge of the hole
And stands on the wet slippery stones
He slowly makes his way onto the land
Unsteady on his quivering bones
The heat bounces off his naked back
Warming his skin, wet and slick
As he stumbles among the rocks
It's summertime at Fall Creek

He climbs back onto the drainpipe
And he stares at the laughing deep
Flowers dance to the chirping birds
He laughs as he takes his leap
He dives down to the sandy bottom
Taking into his hand a sunken stick
Feeling the bubbling course around him
It's summertime at Fall Creek