Thistle Down

By Ethel

Russell Creek

Little do I know,
About Russell Creek.
Though many things have happened,
That I try to seek.

For my ancestors lived there,
And I try to find.
Some puzzling questions,
That's on my mind.

Mr Grandfather farmed,
And my Great-Grandfather, too.
It was where my Father,
Was born and grew.

But he never spoke much,
Of what he did.
His tales and his stories,
Were always hid.

But Russell Creek remains,
And my kin is all gone.
The waters of their time,
Have all passed on.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

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