Up Mud Creek Canyon

There’s a town,

Where the last mountain pine waves to the prairie,

Called Mud Creek.

It’s not Muddy Creek,

And if you call it so the simple folk who live there take great offense,

Because only the clearest snowmelt runs through their Mud Creek.

Through roughly the center of that town called Mud Creek,

Runs a small river called by the same name.

It meanders and weaves as if it were resting after rushing and tumbling down the mountains.

The way Mud Creek chooses to rush and tumble down the mountains is between steep walls and along the underside of low slung boulders,

Brushing past small and stunted trees in the rainy season.

This route is deep and narrow,

But the perfect size for a small river like Mud Creek.

The locals of the town called Mud Creek call it Mud Creek Canyon,

Although most authorities in geography would probably label it a gully.

However it’s not a gully,

And if you call it so the simple folk who live at its feet take great offense,

Because there is no canyon in these mountains more beautiful than their

Mud Creek Canyon.