Clear Creek
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: Sandra Dee
Topic: Poems
This is a poem that I wrote about my favorite place in the entire world, Clear Creek. It's pretty self explanatory, but I feel safest and most at home at Clear Creek (way up in the mountains) than I do in any city or town.



Clear Creek


The hours of driving,
of fighting over the radio stations,
of non-stop bathroom breaks,
of the never ending car ride games,
finally pays off.

We're here.
My favorite place to be.

I scramble out of the car
and into the familiar surroundings.

The gigantic trees all around me,
the birds are chirping,
and the skies are clear.

No cars buzzing past,
no people around.
The air is fresh,
and the creek over yonder is a welcoming sound.

No matter how many time I come here,
it never gets old.
I'm always excited to be here,
to jump in the creek that's always ice cold.

I go out on my own,
into the woods the surround us.
I explore the terrain,
always excited at what I find.

I know my way around here,
better than any city or town.
I wish I could live here,
away from the cars,
away from the city lights.

As day fades to night,
the birds turn in,
and the crickets start their song.

I go up to the spot,
where I love to lay and look at the stars.
You can see them all up here.
No street lights.
No car lights.
No city lights at all.
The only distraction is the occasional bat flying by.
I could stay here forever,
every night fall asleep 'neath the stars.

Everyone falls asleep,
but I'm still awake.
I just can't get over the beauty of this place.

I go out in to the darkness,
with nothing but my fishing pole.

I make my way through the brush,
through the trees,
through the ferns and the leaves.
I climb over logs,
stumble over rocks,
and finally arrive at my secret fishing spot.

No one knows that I come to this spot every night that we're here.

I lift up a log to find some grubs and other bugs for bait.
I cast my line right beneath that old fallen log.
I know that's where all the fish hide.

I wait there a few minutes and the wonderful tug finally comes.
I reel it in to find a large trout,
I take it off the hook and throw it back in.
I can't keep it because then,
my secret would be known.

I catch and release for an hour or two,
then make my way back to camp.

I look up at the sky,
at the stars above me.
I fall asleep smiling,
excited for tomorrow.

You see,
tomorrow...

I get to do it all again.

And It Begins
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Alanis Morisette- "Bitch"
Topic: My Life
And so, it begins. I will be writing in this "blog" as people like to say, I like to say "Electronically Enhanced Whatcha-ma-call-it" or EEW. :) Now, here's the deal. I'm pretty much just doing this to put my poetry out there and in to the public eye. I want to get reviewed and know whether or not I make the cut. I love to write, yet, am probably no good. Oh well, it makes me feel better when I write... :) So, feel free to write back to me, critisize, whatever. Tell me how to spell critisize... cause I KNOW that's not right. Anyways, yeah. Hello, and welcome aboard what is bound to be an interesting ride.