The River / The Valley
by Linda Gordon Bonin

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BEAVERKILL

 

The soft hum of water over a rock bed.
The babbling of the near brook.
The cold clear as crystal water hole we shared with the trout.
The golf course where we learned the art of holing out.
The side stroke that protected us as we learned to swim.
The clear, cold virginal snow in winter.
The call of the foxes as we chased the geese all over the snowfilled valley.
The art of learning to not flap elbows as we rode our mounts, sometimes.
Fording the shallows at Marbles’ to shorten the seven mile round the block.
Climbing the glen in the pasture – always going the water route.
Picking blueberries so we could enjoy her delicious pies.
Selling kool-aid to thirsty golfers at the 4th tee.
Hide and seek in the graveyard that will be the final resting place for some of us.
The sap house with its bubbling spring water, holding our hands under the pipe
to taste its
deliciousness.

The peace, serenity and beauty of the valley are ours to cherish
through the years – the one earth link that binds us as family
and makes me give thanks to mother forever.

 

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