

Bridge
Feel the foot bridge sway. /
Swollen creek rushes your way. /
Your ears do not stray.
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Bridge
Feel the foot bridge sway. /
Swollen creek rushes your way. /
Your ears do not stray.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #bridge #creek #swollen #water #ears #stray #oldnorthknoxville #photooftheday #poemoftheday #davidebooker #march #sunday #2021

As I sit out in the rain /
Pondering life all the same /
A pond appeared across the way /
Growing larger and larger throughout the day /
Until the time when night fell /
And I could not tell land from water very well. /
But as the sun rose, I will vouchsafe, /
It’s no fun being in a watery grave.
Filed under 2019, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Water resistant, /
creek find, Herman boot rescued. /
Spring planter reuse.

The Hail Mary here /
Is neither pass nor prayer /
but hope for the creek.

Filed under 2018, Photo by Lauren Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
Filed under 2016, Photo by Lauren Booker, Photo Finish Friday
The man in the waders
by David E. Booker
The man in waders
met the woman in half.
When others saw them,
they thought they were daft.
They met at the creek,
down by the water’s edge.
It was a salvage operation
of the heart it is said.
She could not say
where her lower half went.
Like a little mermaid
she was half woman, half rent.
The relationship didn’t last.
Alas it is said,
the fact she had no bottom
went straight to his head.
Filed under Photo by author, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
By DAVID E. BOOKER
Twelve trash bags and what do you get? Another day over and another First Creek Greenway cleanup. This one on Saturday, October 26, 2013. In addition to trash, as always there were interesting finds that included part of television (the type with a picture tube in it), two cooking grills (I guess summer was over and there was no place to store them except down at the creek.) part of a bicycle (Tires not included.), three shopping carts (Seems the creak can never get enough of these.), a Tennessee license plate from the 1980s (Car not attached.) and a sofa (The perfect thing to sit on and contemplate nature down at the greenway). Thank you to Martin Vargas, Greg and Christopher Brown, Mark and Samuel Shoemaker, Elizabeth, J. Carmen, Jonathan, and Nathan Garcia all of Cub Scout pack 146. Thank you, also, to Brad, Joy, Charis, and Cai Guildford, Diana Ray, Ron, Jennifer, Henry, and Dovie Lubke, Lauren, Fin, and Hagen Rider, Hazel Tippo, Beth, Lauren, and David Booker.A special thanks to the city of Knoxville and Keep Knoxville Beautiful for providing bags, gloves, water, and clean up equipment — including a dumpster to put all the trash in. Also, thank you to Magpies Bakery and Three Rivers Market. Magpies provided six dozen delicious mini-cupcakes and Three Rivers provided dozens of delicious Gala and Honeycrisp apples, perfect eating for a frosty fall morning.
Filed under Old North Knoxville
Jesus tossed among /
the trash in the creek; redeemed /
by a boy: Earth Day.
Filed under Earth Day, First Creek, haiku, Photo by author, poem, poetry
There once was a man with waders
Who thought he might find him some gators
down at his creek,
where the trash did seep
left often by unkind invaders.

Man trying on waders, getting ready for First Creek Greenway Cleanup, Saturday, September 24th, 9 AM to noon,
It was Saturday, September 24th
when the man and his friends set a course.
from nine until noon
and not a moment too soon
to put an end to this trashy discourse.
So come to First Creek and discover
“treasures” left by some unkind others:
shopping carts and flat tires,
pay phones, couches, and wires
and stuff that the creek tries to smother.
Bring tools and gloves for your hands;
pick up trash for as long as you can.
Once done, we will eat
Magpies cupcakes, Three Rivers treats
and be glad we helped the creek and the land.
Filed under cleanup, creek, First Creek, fun, Greenway, humor, limerick, Magpies, Old North Knoxville, poem, poetry, story poem, Three Rivers Market, trash, waders, water, word play, words, writing