January 8, 2021
Editor’s note: The following poem was written and submitted by Erwin Curry, former Carter County resident.
It was everything to me:
A delight of discovery,
A sign of seasons turning,
A source of entertainment,
A refuge from sadness,
A solitude for thought.
Boxelder Creek, my dependable Boxelder.
Cottontails, beaver, rattlesnakes,
Mink tracks, deer tracks - raccoons.
Tall cottonwoods, fluff afloat,
Magpies in the morning.
Licorice smell from the wild.
Boxelder, my dependable Boxelder.
Life can be chaotic.
My first eighteen years seemed to be.
Boxelder - with open water in winter - the b...