O' Deep Creek, you are so...deep, :)
I long to plumb the refreshing depths of your clear cool waters.
Your hot springs are rejuvenating, bringing new vigor to tired, sore muscles,
The shade of your oaks give reprieve from the unrelenting sun burning down in your Canyon gorge.
But, you are not without your thorns.
You have hidden dangers for the unwary guest to your treasures.
The crumbling slopes after the Willow Creek fires make traveling your paths Treacherous.
You have the slithering guardians of your waters grassy edge, basking when the Shadows are long in all their viperish glory.
But these are not the most occult or even sharpest of your thorns; for you have rare, Lovely, lonely neisseria meningitidis plying your bubbling waters patiently waiting For a bather's nasal mucous membranes to make home.
In spite of your few thorns, I will miss your sweet relief, O' Deep Creek.
I leave your windy winding watery wonders with sorrow that I may never again visit Your treasures.
Cheesy...but fun
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