Memories of Lithia Park Ashland Oregon

Lithia Park
The theater of my childhood myth…

Memories of Lithia Park Ashland Oregon (1989)

I.) Lithia Park

To walk with swans after Henry the Fifth

was performed within Globe replica

in Ashland Oregon America

this theater of my childhood as a myth.

To hold your hand while swinging upon swings

while staring to the sky like “Cyrano”

his love for Roxanne part of my show

as we play upon these children’s playthings.

A lush green trail that wraps around the pond

in morning when I walk with my coffee

or when we would climb in the trees to hide.

At times the Falstaff from the great beyond

at times a noble lover from the sea

whose passions grew upon the coming tide.

The forest from "A Midsummer Nights Dream"
The forest from “A Midsummer Nights Dream.”

II.) Ashland Oregon

I sing like Petrarch, to you, Oh Laura.

Our memories wander Lithia Park

then fall upon tortured Prince of Denmark

along this path of layered fine flora.

Our youth performed with skill in small black box

we grew with these larger performances

never forget our summer romances,

our youth, separated by these long walks.

These stories of troubled teenage lovers

lie overhead, where we had set up lunch

with thoughts of lands of giants from “Peer Gynt.”

This was the summer to end all summers

when watching Williams on our Sunday Brunch

or holding hand in park that smells like mint.

Bottom from "Midsummer Nights Dream"
Bottom from “Midsummer Nights Dream”

III.) Wherever You May Be

We now live in our own states of being

with long lists of love and people we’ve lost

we have our Tempest where our ships were tossed

or three witches with an eye for seeing.

So with respect to who we have become

I declared love in Ashland’s Lithia

underbrush near outdoor Arcadia

over blossoms from a Japanese Plum.

Though life may find us watching “Winter’s Tale”

and finding solace in the lesser plays

I ponder your blessed life within art.

Like Gynt I ride on bed with attached sail

into the heavens where memory stays

on days we journeyed deep into the park.

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

3 thoughts on “Memories of Lithia Park Ashland Oregon

  • June 1, 2019 at 8:29 PM
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    A wonderful reflection of experience, and such brilliant images to accompany. So well penned and in memories of day’s past. Lovely work, emotive and very much enjoyed, Jamie.

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  • June 2, 2019 at 3:31 PM
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    I so enjoyed this work, Jamie, it is so beautifully penned. The images are lovely and add such nice enhancements. Are they Rackham images? His great art is my favorite for myths and the fae. Well done, Jamie.

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