Ch'ina Ha' (The Creek)
The blood of a village.
Where we bathe, wash, play, hunt and clean our game.
The spot for gossip, advice, and meditation.
Where bad spirits can linger, where snakes meander.
Morning meetings with the ducklings, fish, and dogs coming for fresh cool water.
Calm, clear, and blue some days...
Raging, brown, and repulsive on rainy days.
What I'll miss most,
this small spot in paradise.
The laughter will fade,
the feel of the smooth stones under my hands will slip away,
but I will always keep my creek tucked safely in my heart.
"Tao' se Ha' "
Let's go to the creek.
