The water runs cool down there in the bottom of the holler
Tastes like a secret as it touches your lips, that you won’t 
Ever be privy to know; you only understand that it exists
Creek winds it’s way like a snake, ebbing and flowing over
Mossy rocks and smooth stones, warmed by speckled sun
That filters between the leaves of shade trees that make it
So much cooler here than up there in the hills; this is where
Time is slower, you ain’t in a hurry when you’re in this place
Unspoiled and not yet rurnt by the troubles of society, that is
Life in the holler, caught between two hills but it’s own world