Sleepy Creek

I'm just a ball of hay that fell off the wagon and ended up almost knee deep in Sleepy Creek. I'm on the outskirts of Berkeley Springs, WV, rolling towards big tings. Lot o' history out on these roads, bails of hay plopping down creek banks like toads.

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Out on Sleepy Creek tis' the season for the Sycamore leaves to melt off the tree, revealing a hay bail that fell off the wagon, seeking a drink from a knee deep sink. The blue sky is alive, the creek is crawling with critters. Buck rubs, saplings marked with antlers, like these sleepy roads are someone's prayers answered.

Hay Roll

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Bucky Rubby