Up the creek……

As my readers know, I suffer from occasional bouts of poetry. They are similar to migraine headaches except I don’t get the nausea, you do. Fortunately, they aren’t chronic episodes. But alas, here again the budding poet feels compelled to write…….

I am beguiled, by days still mild, that beckon me to stroll,
So I get dressed, to start my quest, for nutrients for my soul;
I pick a trail, that will avail, some pleasing sites to seek
And soon I’m bound, by sight and sound, to set upon a creek.

A waterfall, though very small, still manages to awe,
Does its duty, shows its beauty, ordained by nature’s law;
Its banks entwine, both root and vine, encased in hardened soil,
Spectators now, they must avow, to watch the fluid roil.

An image caught, a moment bought, that dwells within a mind,
Reflects the day, and light at play, that water has designed;
Debris floats past, its fate was cast, by tales of past events,
But I can’t know, wherefrom the flow, nor know its journey hence.

Fox gather here, as well as deer, hare and groundhog too,
Their bruises nursed, by quenching thirst, they ramble off anew;
Through day and night, the current’s plight, is set for years to come,
Yet each new day, it does display, a different view for some.

This walking trail, does soon unveil, that fall will fail our vision,
Thus seasons change, and rearrange, there will be no rescission;
Though stay I might, to view this sight, how soon it will now fade,
And yield to cold, and weather bold, that ne’er it could evade.

Al Hood – November 2011

About Al

Retired from a couple of professions, trying my hand at writing about the events in our lives.
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24 Responses to Up the creek……

  1. Barbara says:

    Another goodie with lots of rhyming couplets, you do the photo justice! Will have to start calling you Big Al Shakespeare shortly 🙂

  2. Very nice, Al. Were you sitting in a chair watching the Nature Channel or really out in nature to get this inspiration? If I were a betting gal, I’d have to go with… 😉

    • Big Al says:

      But you’re not a betting gal are you? Actually that pitiful little waterfall is less than 100 yards from where we live. I felt so sorry for it so I thought I would give it some press. Now it’s a famous little waterfall.

  3. pegoleg says:

    Lovely words bring lovely pictures to mind. I’m counting reading this as taking a walk for the day!

  4. Robyn says:

    In cedar keys, enjoying your words elegantly penned! I have shared with friends and we all agree you are a poet. You teach and entertain.
    Nice, very nice poem.
    Thank you for sharing your gifts

  5. I don’t know if you intended your poem to inspire, but on reading it I am inspired to take a walk. Dianne

  6. Bernice says:

    Ah, Al, Wondrous and beauteous.

  7. Jodi Stone says:

    I think that may have your best one (since I started following) yet! Beautiful job in capturing the beauty of nature in both words and photos.

  8. Cindy B says:

    Ditto..on what does roil mean? A beautiful poem and you made me stop and think of how I love the woods and waterfalls too. In fact, I think I’ll take a hike myself today.

  9. misswhiplash says:

    what a brilliant poem…what does roil mean?

    you are very clever to be able to write so elequently

Your turn to write, but please don't be wittier than me. My ego is quite fragile.

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