An Ode To Bear Creek

Soft spring rain pure driven snow soon will make your waters grow.

Cascading down from jagged peak hidden springs swell to a creek.

On past mountain and jagged plain waters rise but banks contain.

Through open field and orchards wide, clear waters mix with pesticide.

Into farms where cows do romp dirt meets creek with muddy hoof stomp.

Still quite pure but not as sweet smelling creek now bends towards town of Snelling.

Past factories whose stacks do spew carbon coated asbestos into you.

Now purity and color lack as you wind past oily race track gack.

On to towns edge you flow with hiss, cross open sewage mule piss.

Now Merced is were you head, thirsty coyotes drink and soon drop dead.

Car parts shopping carts ratty old tire, joggers loose shoes in foul mire.

Green and smelly rotting stink water not even maggots drink.

On you squelch O nastyidge right down to Cad Grublygold’s bridge.

Here sits Cad washing face in the muck, being down on your luck sure must suck.