This week’s picture prompt shows the interaction between stones and ice and gives us an interesting photograph.
All I could see was a face on the ice and so the frozen creek became alive.
Thank you to Jennifer Pendergast.
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Nuggets in the Creek
Grandpa found a nugget in our creek, and Grandma said it was the blessing of the Larney.
The sun was warm when I met Mary-Lou skimming stones, and we played all afternoon.
I never asked, and she never said where she came from.
She just appeared like Grandpa’s gold.
She was there all year and Grandma said, “Marry her, she’s the luck of the Larney.”
Mary was tough and wild, like a prairie pony with a main of red-hot hair.
One winter’s day our boy said, “Look Ma, ice eyes in the creek.”
“Yes Billy, that’s just my father, Larney.”