Galla Creek

 Galla Creek meanders through the mountains near our home.  Once a swimming hole near Galla Bluff was a favorite place for cooling off in the summer.  After the Creek was dammed a beautiful small Lake was created to supply water to homes near Atkins, AR.   The Lake is low now because of few rains.  Today we took Cora, Macie, and Catfish all the way to where the Creek forms the Lake.

Memories A little stream flows through the hills, Above it sings the whippoorwills. In years gone by it heard the squeal Of childrens merry laughter peal, As they would skip and slip and slide, And watch the sunlit fishes glide Over rocks and down the sandy side Of the banks of the stream where the children bide Their time on shimmering, summer days And splash and play in the summer haze. But a single strand of memory frays And breaks the bonds of bygone days. On the banks of the creek no one stays Where the children played in the summer haze, They all grew up and moved away From the banks of the creek and children's play. But sometimes, on a sunlit summer day, Surely, thoughts return and memories stray To the banks of the creek and children's play, On a shimmering, sunlit summer's day Fleta Aday--1988