The Little Footlog

                                                   A little path more traveled
                                                   I remember oh so well
                                                   the little footlog daddy built
                                                   on fond memories I still dwell

                                                   Walking was never a chore
                                                    it was the only way we knew
                                                    we had to cross the creek
                                                    it's purpose more and more grew

                                                   Walking to the school bus
                                                    we came to depend on it so
                                                    the footlog was our bridge
                                                    to wherever we needed to go

                                                    Each time the water rose
                                                    we'd find the footlog gone
                                                    daddy would build a new one
                                                    better than the one we'd known

                                                    On hot, summer days
                                                    when we were out of school
                                                    we'd jump from the footlog
                                                    and pretend the creek was our pool

                                                    But when the winter came
                                                    on the handpole we did hold
                                                    especially on a frosty morning
                                                    that creek was awfully cold

                                                    While many feet did trod
                                                     for many a night and day
                                                     the footlog was always there
                                                     to help us on our way

                                                    Today when I look at the creek
                                                     my memories are so real
                                                     I see mama walking the footlog
                                                     and saying "kids please be still"

                                                     Susie Swanson

This is so true folks. The little footlog is gone now, but when I look out my back window or door, I can still see it so plain, laying across that little creek. The creek used to be more full of water than it is now. Because of the dry weather there's not much water in it at the present time. What water there is,  is still spread out just like it used to be . The difference now is I'm living on the opposite side of the creek and don't have to worry about crossing it, except when we want to. When the creek gets up, that's a different story. We've only seen it under our house one time since we've lived here and that's been  near forty years.

We have a new footlog today that's built closer to our house. All we have to do is walk down our back door steps and walk across the creek. My husband built it several years ago and it is more higher than the old one.

Daddy had a time back then , trying to keep a footlog for us to cross, since we walked everywhere we went and the creek got up more and higher in those days. I guess it was because we had more and longer rains than today. I spent my whole childhood on the other side of the creek and what joy I had. The memories are overwhelming at times, but I cherish them all.. Thank you Daddy for the footlog and the hard work you put into having one and thank you and mama for all that you both done to raise us. What wonderful, loving parents, you shaped me into who I am today.....Susie