The Creek That Was

There was a little creek, That ran thru the old Edwards place I used to pass it every week But now it is barely a trace Navy beans, little democrats, my dad called them Would soak all day in a pot of that creek water They were the main course Of my grandparents supper That little creek is now grown over Corporate farmers plowed it shut They got three more feet for their rovers Sealed shut, our memories to satisfy their glut But I can still picture it Like it was when my dad was a lad With his little wooden bucket Drawing water for their supper, how glad I can still see where it was, When I drive by the old place Hidden in the grassy waterway Ignoring the farm tractors noisy buzz Yes, they boiled their navy (D beans) Little democrats is what my dad called them In that clear, clean creek water The creek that was.. No creek there no more..