Escape at Fires Creek, by Mary Ricketson
Mary Ricketson
ESCAPE AT FIRES CREEK
Welcome to the wilds
where woodpeckers,
hemlocks and river birch
remember me,
where trout lily, trillium,
and dwarf iris
take my breath away,
where I hop across
mossy creek bed rocks,
then lie down
on a cold boulder
and watch Leatherwood Falls
race down the mountain
all evening long.
What a great, relaxing piece of work, “Escape at Fires Creek.” I enjoyed both the poems very much.
Glenda Barrett
November 27, 2012 at 11:29 pm
Thanks for the vacation, Mary!
Maren O. Mitchell
November 28, 2012 at 3:33 am
Mary,
I have always loved this poem. I like very much the beautiful imagery about nature. I like Fires Creek, too. It’s a beautiful place.
Brenda Kay Ledford
November 28, 2012 at 8:08 pm
I really like this poem a lot. I love Fires Creek, the water is cold, a place I go to in summer.
Rana Williams
January 18, 2013 at 12:43 am