woodsy soil like dark Belgian chocolate
you can taste the air if you wag your tongue a little,
marsh plants dwarf under skyscraper oaks, and I
am a tiny traveling scribe with a backpack and a stick
goslings swim with mom and dad
a black and white dog chases a yellow tennis ball
tossed in the water, in the creek by the old mill's ruins,
thousands have worked and played on fair hill
I plunge my walking stick
into the same ground as settlers drove fence posts
and dug root cellars
under the same sun and shine of the moon
and maybe a little moonshine
was distilled with the fresh water
of the Big Elk Creek
that floated rafts and birch canoes
and maybe the folks sat around their fires
sipping that liquor thankfully
for all the bounty set down
on long maple tables fashioned with calloused hands
Big Elk Creek
Big Elk Creek
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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Re: Big Elk Creek
Awesome pastoral poem! Saw, I really enjoyed this one. Reminds me of a creek and pond near us.
Have you ever thought of submitting any of these poems to the print media?
Have you ever thought of submitting any of these poems to the print media?
Re: Big Elk Creek
beautiful
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"Falsehood flies, the Truth comes limping after it." - Jonathan Swift, ca. 1710
"Falsehood flies, the Truth comes limping after it." - Jonathan Swift, ca. 1710
Re: Big Elk Creek
thanx gents...appreciate the kind words...
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: Big Elk Creek
Nicely done...a mood spell piece worthy of a re-read or two.
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