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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner
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To: Mac Con Ulaidh who wrote (1123)10/16/2004 10:45:13 PM
From: ManyMoose  Read Replies (1) of 1582
 
Well, you went and done it. I typed in this pair from my Kaypro book:


MORNING AFFAIR

I ride the yellow bus to work
With sixteen other folks,
While rusty morning shadows lurk
Along the Clackamas

Their heads are nodding, some asleep
But I am wide-awake
I hold communion with the deep
And rolling Clackamas

She rewards me with a smile
And seems to know my name,
And I don’t mind this early mile
Along the Clackamas

I tell her of the joys I see
The creatures she gives life
And what her beauty means to me
The lovely Clackamas

She tells me troubles she has known
And lets me feel her pain.
With melting snows her waters groan
The weeping Clackamas

And Sandstone Bridge we wave goodbye
The folks are waking up
I leave my river with a sigh
The lonely Clackamas

She bides her time while I’m at work
The bus goes down again
When purple evening shadows lurk
Along the Clackamas

-May 1978


David Hedges heard me read my poem at a poetry group meeting and came back the following week with his rendition:

UP AND DOWN THE RIVER—A TRUE STORY
BY DAVID HEDGES

each working day the ranger rides
a school bus up the Clackamas River
to Ripplebrook, the ranger place
and sees the stream extremely well
through a poet’s eye in a poet’s space
as never the same but always the same
as a changing thing but ever so slowly
each day a new mood, each day a new face
dusted light or droplets on the window pane
a rainbow here and there a…
…lurch

each working night the ranger rides
a bus back down the Clackamas River
from Ripplebrook, the ranger place
And sees a new stream equally well


David Hedges was a published poet, so I felt special that he would choose to write this poem about me. It’s the only poem about me that I know of.
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