Treasure Island

Liilia Talts Morrison

(August 20,1937 / Estonia)

The Church at Mudflats Creek


'Dem trains quit runnin' years ago, '
The gaunt, old sheriff drawled,
'Dere ain't no church across dem tracks,
Least none I kin recall.'

'I was a Sister over there,
'Walked to it twice a week -
Wood frame it was and whitewashed, too -
Backed onto Mudflats Creek.'

'No maam, you must be dreamin' now,
Or think o' someplace else
Truth is across dem weed grown tracks
Ain't none but cussin' de'ls.

'Time was dem Yankee dollars flowed
Steam trains would rumble in,
Haulin' off timber, marl and sand
An' taters now'n agin.

'Dem lumber lords left years ago
An' drought turned fields bone dry
Dem oldsters dat would set an' talk
Done died off by and by.

'Yep, dey's gone off to meet their ends
Quit telling' all dem lies.
Ain't much left jes' lik' what you see-
Dem rusty railroad ties.

Dere's still some deer back in dem woods
An' I do get me share,
Dis job here keeps de wolf away.
Poor folks ain't got a prayer.

'Look lady, jes' ferget you seen
This bur-infested place
Ghost churches, ghost trains tend to spook
You's gone widdout a trace.'

I left the clearing smelling sweet
Pine tar and sun-dried hay,
Where this gaunt sheriff held his post
Day after weary day.

Nor did I cross those weed grown tracks
Beyond which lay a dream
Of Sunday children, dressed and clean,
Just yesterday, it seemed.

Those children grew and went their ways
To darker days ahead.
Had any seeds remained in them
Of hymns and scriptures read?

That visit is now tucked away -
A thing left to the past
Like rusty iron, rotted wood
Not ever meant to last.

Yet it's not easy to erase
Those long gone simple days,
Before the world like autumn leaves
Spewed us to wintry ways.

'Dem trains quit runnin' years ago, '
The local sheriff drawled.
'There ain't no church across dem tracks,
Least none I kin recall.'

Submitted: Monday, January 12, 2009

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Church at Mudflats Creek by Liilia Talts Morrison )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

New Poems

  1. Mum's Birthday, Raghda Ashraf Soliman
  2. Limerick-14, DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK
  3. When My Ship Comes In, Mawunyo Adjei
  4. With elegant grace she overflowed, Erato
  5. My Words, Asit Kumar Sanyal
  6. Sealed, Valerie Dohren
  7. Enamored Love, Lilly Emery
  8. The Futility Of Illusions, Bazi alis Subrata Ray
  9. Tour of Autumn, Cathy Hodgson
  10. The ache, DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

Poem of the Day

poet Walt Whitman

ARM’D year! year of the struggle!
No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!
Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas
piano;
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. Identity, Cyrus Diaz
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  4. Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
  5. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  6. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou
  7. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  8. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  9. Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
  10. No Man Is An Island, John Donne

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]