Rock Springs

Rock Springs, Apopka, FL; image from Pinterest

spring of my youth
where rocks stay
lodged for endless ages
and I rushed around
them in my haste to
run, jump, hurdle
myself into the
flesh-freezing waters
that refreshed my
body with soul-baring
joy to revisit there again
 
the horizon was brought
up short by the thick
forested trees that
surrounded and kept
partially hidden that
crystal clear pool
that burbled endlessly
up from the depths
of a magical, carved
out cave of underwater
rock…it frightened me
to push my face down
below the surface and
gaze down, down into
that deepness where
boulders had rolled
and shifted and created
the perfect home for
that purity to come forth
 
charming though were
the shallow paths
of water mostly ankle
deep that meandered
through the woods
then to stop and excavate
miniature springs and
extract treasures of tiny
shells and sharks’ teeth
from countless eons ago
 
darkness descends on this
sweet paradise and the
shouts and laughter
of children fall silent
as the wood-burning grill’s
embers slowly weaken and
the colors echo the sunset

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  1. Oh this is so lovely….you’ve taken me here and I find it so refreshing! 🙂 There is something oh so wonderful about living out of doors, if even for a few days. To savor the coolness and mystery of the waters with their eddies and rocks strewn about and then to savor the campfire in the evening. Beautifully writ!

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    • Thank you, Lillian. This place (in the city where my parents met) holds so many wonderful memories for me as a child. My children also were able to enjoy this pristine spring when growing up. Times with cousins and grandparents are treasured.

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  2. I must agree with Lillian – a most refreshing poem. Lovely writing, Gayle. 🙂

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  3. Such a cool, refreshing break at noon on a hot day for me. Brought to mind memories of similar moments in mountains streams and a scolding from a forest ranger for walking barefoot through a rattlesnake-infested field to get to that place of refreshment.

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    • I’m glad it could refresh you in some way, Victoria…yes, so hot here too. Yikes on the rattlesnake-infested field…the things we do in our youth and somehow manage to survive all kinds of dangers.

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  4. A beautiful description..especially of looking below the water surface…

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  5. Water and woodland, a picture in greens, really lovely verse.

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  6. The emotions come through as clear as the spring waters – thank you for sharing this!

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    • That enthusiasm of arriving there and being able to run down to that water was thrilling. We kids couldn’t wait to get there! And thank you for your nice comment, Jilly.

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  7. Though very different from the landscape of my own childhood, you evoke the same emotions here as memory.

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  8. Both poem and image are so calming. What a place to sit, meditate and write. You were so longer to spend your youth near such a place.I especially enjoyed:
    ‘the horizon was brought
    up short by the thick
    forested trees that
    surrounded and kept
    partially hidden that
    crystal clear pool
    that burbled endlessly…’

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    • It would be lovely to sit, meditate and write there now, on a day when it is almost empty. During the summer weekends it would sometimes be closed to further visitors as it would be jam-packed with people. I’m glad you liked this, Kim…thank you.

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  9. What a magical place for a child to be, beautifully written Gayle :o) xxx

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  10. Anonymous

     /  July 27, 2017

    Lovely. Nice description of the spring and stream. I should get my butt up there again soon.

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  11. Oh, you took me back home, to the Dominican Republic. As your speaker “haste(s) to
    run, jump, hurdle”, I see child me rushing for a rope that hangs from a tree, my entire self full of laughter, ready to grab, push, swing and drop into the welcoming water. Thank you for the memory.

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  12. I picture myself in this beautiful description of outdoors and enjoying the refreshing moments of water, trees, & life. 🙂

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  13. Pity things can’t stay the same sometimes!

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  14. Nice description of the rock springs. I haven’t seen them, but one day I would like to.

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    • Knowing you like to hike, Frank, you would enjoy the paths and boardwalks through the woods and then when you got too warm you could jump in that cold, clear water…aaahhh. 🙂

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  15. The emotions portrayed here are as pure as spring waters!💖 Especially like; “the horizon was brought up short by the thick forested trees that surrounded and kept partially hidden that crystal clear pool that burbled endlessly up from the depths of a magical, carved out cave of underwater rock.” Beautifully penned.💖

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  16. Beautifully written my friend. What an enchanting place.

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  17. Glenn Buttkus

     /  July 27, 2017

    You given us an exquisite sense of place–and I was very comfortable there. I did however, it being in Florida, spend some time looking out for water moccasins & gater eggs

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    • I’m glad that my description showed you a good picture of that place, Glenn. All the times that I swam there…even as an adult, I only spotted one snake swimming in the grasses along the stream that I was in. I didn’t bother it and it didn’t bother me. The alligators stay well upstream away from all the commotion that humans create. They like their peace. You can spot them on the bank if you take a canoe out. I’ve never been bothered by them either.

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  18. Nicely done!

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  19. Beautiful and nostalgic

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  20. What an Eden you’ve brought us! Cool and magical. Thank you!

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  21. A lovely and magical poem.

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  22. The poem itself is a spring of beauty and nostalgia that trickles its way into our consciousness. Bubbling, blissful, brilliant.

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  23. What a refreshing plunge!

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  24. One of my favourite kinds of summers – very, very evocative!

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  25. A touching poem, perhaps the “end of summer?”

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  26. I love this close-up view of the childhood spring that was so dear to you. It is always captivating when a writer knows a place as well as they know themselves. You bring us not just up to the water but into it and we are able to meld with it as you have. Lovely!

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  27. Lovely. I can relate to being afraid of looking into the depths to see the origins of the beauty.

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    • I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who felt that way…it seemed so deep down there to me as a kid. Thank you, Amaya.

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  28. Such beautiful thoughts of nature’s blessings. The forest from afar is so much neutral but to be in the woods is heavenly and peaceful!

    Hank

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  29. For me, the center of the poem (literally and figuratively) is the section about the clear, magical pool, rarely glimpsed and not easily experienced in its entirety. I can see this poem as a metaphor for the creative process: there is indeed a deep hidden spring from which creations are drawn in some mysterious fashion to flow forth and cover the world, or at least our part of it. I found this very interesting. A good idea that was well executed.
    Steve K.

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    • Well, thank you very much for your thoughtful comment, Steve. You took it deeper than I did but I do sure see the metaphor from which creation is “sprung.”

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  30. Beautiful! Lovely use of imagery. Looking forward to reading more of your poems!

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    • Thank you so much! I’m very happy that you liked this and I saw that you read others of my writings as well, I so appreciate that. Gayle ~

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  31. Hi, Gayle. My mind is woozy (Oftentimes, it is). I will return when I can think clearly. 🙂

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    • Dear Imelda, please don’t trouble yourself about visiting if you’re not well. I hope you feel better very soon! ❤ xo

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  32. You showed us a magical place and an even more magical childhood here, Gayle. 😊👍💛

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  33. Thank you for your comment…yes, such a special place in my childhood memory.

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