The poem below was written approximately twenty years ago; however, it could have been composed any year with the creek's inspiration.
SHOAL CREEK POINT OF VIEW
My friends and visitors call me Shoal Creek.
I'm not as wide as the Missouri or Mississippi
But I'm always enjoyed by all
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall.
My visitors fish, swim, lay in the sun,
Take pictures, or just come to the creek to have fun.
Talking to friends, watching birds, drinking beers,
Fishing, or kissing under the stars.
Some don't care where their litter goes
Or if it will still be there when it snows.
Many of them don't realize the sorrow
It brings the creek next week, next year, or tomorrow.
In desperation I clean up the mess as best I can.
I'll flood and recede and when the high water's gone
My friends will pick up your cans, cups, and other debris
And place them in the trash cans which you could easily see.
Just Remember — I'm the only Shoal Creek that you have!!!!!
