An Old Wooden Fence and a Rushing Creek

An old wooden fence still stands
in a meadow of wildflowers,
high on an alpine hill
where once a little cabin stood.

old wooden fence

The smell of honeysuckle seeps into the wood
where the bush covers the fence here and there,
above the meadow a majestic snow-capped mountain
nourishes the meadow and valleys below
with cyrstal clear waters in bubbling brooks
and a rushing creek which giggles over large rocks
not far from the wooden fence.

The old wooden fence asked the rushing creek,
“Do you think there might be a day
when someone will build a cabin here again?”

“Oh, no,” said the creek. “It cannot be.
No one will live here again. It is too far away
from the valleys below and no one will see
a sign of a cabin which stood,
and gardens that grew,
and life in another time.”

Then in the cold winter the old wooden fence
laid down and died at last,
as the wildflowers lovingly spread more seeds,
and the honeysuckle grew more roots and branches
to protect the fence, as only old friends can.

old wooden fence

© 2020 Phyllis Doyle Burns

This poem was inspired by “A Lilac Bush and an Apple Tree” written and sung by Kate Wolf. Many years ago I often went to little coffee shops where Kate Wolf performed. My friends and I loved her style and her beautiful songs.

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Phyllis Doyle Burns

I have always liked to write. It is important to me that writing comes from my heart and soul. When writing poetry, if I do not feel a spiritual connection to what I am writing on, I will discard it and go on to something I can connect with on a spiritual level. I live in the moment, I write from the past or beyond the veil. When writing fiction I go with whatever inspires me at the moment - it could be funny, sorrowful, romantic or sometimes done with the use of colloquial language from mountain folk or other cultural regions. I began writing content online in 2007, starting with BellaOnline - A Voice For Women, where I was the Native American Editor, Folklore & Mythology Editor, and the Appalachian Editor. I also wrote articles for The Examiner, Daily Two Cents, and Yahoo. I am a freelance writer for Fiverr. I am currently an author on HubPages, a member/author of the Maven Coalition, and Senior Editor and an author for The Creative Exiles. Most of what I write takes a lot of research and I love it. Even if it is a fictional story, I will research for accuracy in whatever it takes to make my characters, their era, their location, etc. become realistic to the reader. I hope you enjoy my works. Thank you for visiting.

6 thoughts on “An Old Wooden Fence and a Rushing Creek

  • August 1, 2020 at 2:40 PM
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    I love this poem you balanced beautiful and well crafted imagery with the allegory of the fence. An enjoyable read! Jamie

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    • August 3, 2020 at 3:07 PM
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      Thank you, Rasma. Glad it brought many memories, that is what I was striving for – nostalgic sentiments. I had my homeland, the Pacific Northwest, in mind when I wrote the poem, and I am sure it could remind us of many places around the world. Take care.

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  • August 24, 2020 at 6:07 PM
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    Sometimes I think you can read my mind Phyllis. Lovely and delightful..

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    • August 25, 2020 at 12:18 AM
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      Ah! hahaha – we do often think alike, Kurt. Thank you for that comment that lifts my spirit. Take care.

      Reply

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