Old Girty was the valley’s vein-
a witness of time and many forces.
Over its banks, mountain lions once rein;
Later, axes conquered forest resources.
A legacy of scars befouls… with no remorses.
Yet, adventure brought this creek… a boy
Running free, while discovering wild domains.
Catching crayfish under sandstones-what a joy!
The first sight of twin fawns… still remains.
Are these just moments an old fool detains?
Once for things wild and boys, Girty is now homes,
Where hills and valleys were, earthmovers made flat.
Encased in concrete, old Girty no longer roams,
Upon a tombstone marked “storm sewer” another boy sat,
Instead of discovering fleeing crawfish, he will see a rat!