Open Poetry #21 |
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Finding Gold |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion ![]() |
Finding Gold A country drive on a one hundred-degree day, north on old highway 49, no destination in mind. No destination? My son can’t accept this, claims we’ve lost our minds and he’ll have nothing to do with our whims. He’s eleven, he has no choice. Climbing to four thousand feet, the road meanders across the Upper Yuba River, into a nostalgic blend of vanilla, fresh pine. I’m struck with an impulse to stick my hot feet into that cool creek, and take an unmarked exit descending to the river bottom. Couples in inner tubes, dogs, kids and grandmas lounge on sandy banks or wade in calm, lime-green waters. Three stout young men carry six packs of beer over their heads to the outer bank. I expect rowdiness, but they sit in the stream and quietly sip. Flame-orange and royal blue dragon and damselflies dart overhead. We find a good sitting rock in the shade, near a small cascade, let our legs dangle and watch a woman pan for gold. My daughter splashes about in unabashed glee; the Boy wishes we had thought to bring a fishing pole, which, he adds, we might have, had there been a plan. We have stumbled into a secret place with the surety we’ll never find it again. Hunger and thirst eventually send us back on the road to the historic mining town of Downeyville, where my son buys a fishing net. We continue north, crest the summit, plunge to a verdant valley; thunderheads form, big drops of rain splash against the windshield. The only radio station plays religious folk songs – somehow perfect for the day. We stop to play in the rain, stumble upon a gas station/petting zoo – the kids feed llamas, emus, goats and dinky donkeys. My son is briefly happy. © 2002 Corinne Bailey [This message has been edited by Corinne (07-23-2002 11:23 AM).] |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
But only briefly...we have to age like wine to enjoy the finer things in life...like damselflies... |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
bumpers.. I will not bend to the cowardice of a silent judgement. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms Cor... now all you need is the rattle of harley thunder along old 49... (oh sorry was peace and quiet huh) dug the view babe |
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Sven![]() ![]()
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
now this is you at your best Cor. . . capturing those moments so they never die away. . . great work. . . ![]() ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome work Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
thanks guys & gals! Cor |
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