Saturday, February 4, 2012

The Story of Drycreek


The Story of Drycreek
Author Earl Schrum

In these hills and hollows of my home are streams that don’t run dry
Each place is named of one time fame, I hear and wonder why?
To the east stands Clemmons Mountain to the peak an easy climb
I’d like to go back to The Old low Gap and sit there for a time

Off to the west, she stands full dressed Rock Pile Mountain standing tall
And through the haze you can see these days her brightest colors of the Fall
The trail up there through that thin air can be made, if you really want to try
Around through the brush, up over the bluffs and rocks piled to the sky

Trace Creek winds her way round Rock Piles base her waters stained and brown
From run off at the sawmill ya pass on the way to town
In these hills and hollows of my home are streams that don’t run dry
To see man’s pollution of our streams, just makes me cuss and cry!

To the north along the winding ridge stands Cedar mountains peak
The trip up there in winter’s icy glare is not made for, or by the weak
Her granite top strewn with rocks, boulders, and rattlesnakes
The size of which I won’t speak

Come walk with me down my road; let the creek sing you a song
It tells it is tales of hills and vales and its destination, to another creek Twelve Miles long
In these hills and hollows of my home are streams that don’t run dry
Each place is named of one time fame, I hear and wonder why?

She sings the names, places, and old folks of a long gone past
Of Long and Sulfur hollow as she moves along slow and sometimes fast
Of whispering Pines and the Last Resort and the old Ben Stevens Place
Waters cold and clear of memories held so dear, and life moves a slower pace

Each place is named of one time fame, I hear and wonder why?
Here I sit between these hills, the water, and the sky
Of her secrets and solutions, she won’t answer more
Just follow Drycreek to the end; she goes dry at the church front door





Earl is a comedian by day, and a poet by night!  Just kidding folks, but Earl does share the TRUE Missouri spirit.  Earl is a proud Missourian, and probably has funny as any Missourian may come.  Thank You Earl for taking the time to share your poetry!

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