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 The PoetBay support member heart!
I can hear the gravel crunch and see the fish jump. Nice poem
2020-04-15


Wumbulu
Made me smile, these fishermen are in every country and on every dock. Thanks.
2013-05-14


StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful description here, this is a beautiful poem.
2013-04-17


shells
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.
2013-04-16



I enjoyed this very much, from the images that popped into my head to the nostalgic feeling of it. Beautifully written.
2013-04-15


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written! I can only echo CFs comments;a pleasure to read and a muse to dream on.
2013-04-15


countryfog
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.
2013-04-15