Lower Creek Road

Like a molasses jar
turned upside down
Lower Creek Road
hugs glassy waters
that fill the valley
like an earthen trough

Pickup truck tires
snake down its hill
to rest on a landing
of gravel and dust
where fishermen form
a circle of stories that
sail the lower creek

Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2013-04-15 at 16:32

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Kee Zealy
I can hear the gravel crunch and see the fish jump. Nice poem

Made me smile, these fishermen are in every country and on every dock. Thanks.

StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful description here, this is a beautiful poem.

Such imaginative opening lines, the molasses jar sets the scene so well. It's a story of the continuum of life, it's like you have a birds eye view of it all and I can see it too.

I enjoyed this very much, from the images that popped into my head to the nostalgic feeling of it. Beautifully written.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written! I can only echo CFs comments;a pleasure to read and a muse to dream on.

Hans this is so good, so exactly right, I don't quite know how to praise it. It begins with a stunningly apt and original image - the vision - and ends with an equally perfect one - the visionary. Such awareness and affection for a place and your place in it . . . a sensibility I share but have never expressed quite so well.