A few years ago in the fall, I was feeling a bit low. I decided to take a walk down by the year round creek (Churn Creek) that flows within about a block from my house here in Redding, CA. I just happened to have a little note pad and pencil with me. Good thing too! There was a lot of cool stuff going on down there, worthy of songwriting. Here is what I came up with. At the end of the day, I was feeling much better. The great outdoors can do that for ya’!
By The Creek – Copyright 2004 – by: George Ireton
There’s a quiet place I go sometimes to ponder
and listen to the breeze whisper to me.
While lying on the bank I often wonder
how all this natural beauty came to be.
I watch the sunlight sparkle through the branches
while amber leaves tumble to the ground.
A gentle stream is searching for the river
while I enjoy the peace that I have found.
By the creek there is no sign of trouble.
By the creek there is no pain or strife.
I can forget all about my cares and sorrows.
By the creek everything will be alright.
Geese are winging south across the skyline
Squirrels run and play among the pines.
By the creek I can let my worries wander
It’s a place where I will always feel fine.
In solitude I marvel at the season
when autumn shadows turn to winter snow.
Pretty soon this old woodland will be freezin’
But in the springtime again it’s where I’ll go.