Rik Bertrand

Rookie - 0 Points (18 April 1959 / Portland, Oregon)

The Forgotten Valley - Poem by Rik Bertrand

I arrived in a valley baron and worn,
As if it was stripped and left, war torn
The trees lingered in the sun so hot,
Reaching out thirsty for water, that was not.

The valley was surrounded by Carmel colored hills
With roaming wildlife and birds with fruit colored bills.
I viewed a dried up river that once flowed to a lake,
And the skeleton of some animal left in the sun to bake.

I trekked in this valley for its nature had leaven,
I was sure this was part of the lords secret heaven.
Though hot and desolate my senses were strong,
Love lived here and I felt I belonged.

I climbed up the hills and I looked down below,
I saw the sweet beauty and my heart was aglow.
For down there before me was Fort Hunter Liggett,
A place far from nowhere, that life did forget.

Brazen and steamy, full of life and true love,
This little village was dropped from the heavens above.
The people were friendly and their lives were so free,
I found a true place that I could love and be me.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

REB (JULY 2012) based on my walking in the Fort Hunter Liggett area, could I really live here? I don't really know but although barren, it is a beautiful place if you take time to experience it.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, January 21, 2013

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