Speckled Trout (The Vandermark)

The following reflects a distant time when I first noticed the desire to write creatively. More than pure nostalgia, the photo-poem is aimed at the place where a traveler starts out on a journey uncertain of its destination. Creating it has helped me cope with the current winter season, notable for its heavy sledding and for putting mankind in its place.

I started writing poetry late in life, age 24, along pastoral waters.

I started writing poetry
late in life, age 24,
along pastoral waters.

memory fades, but i recall trout that swam in forest pools, and one summer day

memory fades, but i recall
trout that swam in forest
pools, and one summer day

listening to van morrison's astral weeks-- my eyes

listening to van morrison’s
astral weeks– my eyes

upon lisette reclining long-haired on the porch.

upon lisette reclining
long-haired on the porch.

i thought: yeah, it's poetry unsung and waiting to be written

i thought: yeah, it’s poetry
unsung and waiting to be written

from the flight of swallows circling high above the barn, from my bond to this woman reading kerouac in the sun,

from the flight of swallows
circling high above the barn,
from my bond with this woman
reading kerouac in the sun,

and from whatever beautifies the stream-- the speckled trout, and stones.

and from whatever
beautifies the stream–
the speckled trout, and stones.

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About rivertoprambles

Welcome to Rivertop Rambles. This is my blog about the headwaters country-far afield or close to home. I've been a fly-fisher, birder, and naturalist for most of my adult life. I've also written poetry and natural history books for thirty years. In Rambles I will mostly reflect on the backcountry of my Allegheny foothills in the northern tier of Pennsylvania and the southern tier of New York State. Sometimes I'll write about the wilderness in distant states, or of the wild places in the human soul. Other times I'll just reflect on the domestic life outdoors. In any case, I hope you enjoy. Let's ramble!
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4 Responses to Speckled Trout (The Vandermark)

  1. Ken G says:

    Damn old hippies…

    That top shot almost makes winter seem appealing. I’m about to walk out the door to shovel around 5 inches of it so I’ll stick with “almost”.

  2. Well, Ken, that top shot was taken when the temp was about 10 degrees which, in itself, cuts the romance a bit, doesn’t it. I just came in from shoveling, myself, and cleaning out the stove pipes, work that usually takes me an hour or more. It’s tiring when the old hippies stumble around in the March cold and dream about the “innocent” early 70s. Thanks, and be careful with the snow shovel!

  3. Alan says:

    Those days are in my vault, they are covered with a dust I’m not sure off. Where did they go.
    Winter did achieve that goal..I’m in my place.

  4. Alan, In my case I wasn’t sure if I wanted to blow the dust off those days or not, but every once in a while it’s good to clean house and do the dusting, if for no other reason than to see where you’ve come from, and maybe to get a better view of the row you’ve still got to hoe.

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