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# 2019-04-23 - Bear Creek by Ben Collver |
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Middle Coquille she knew me well before when i could speak. |
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Along her side the children hide and play them find and seek. |
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On their way to grandparent's house they stop to dip their toes. |
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Around boulders in fairyland the river of time she flows. |
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Once spanned her girth a footbridge where now noone recalls nor knows. |
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Remembered Earth a deeper truth, the strength of the soft and weak. |
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Pay mine respects to the beautiful neck of the woods near old bear creek. |
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Land of cedar, myrtle, and madrone. |
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Neither far there nor near to my home. |
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Land of lamprey and lizards on stone. |
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To these places my heart goes alone. |
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tags: bencollver,outdoor,poem |
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