Eagle Creek

About missing the place I grew up in, in Eagle Creek, Oregon.

I had a beautiful dream
which ended my silent scream
our place in Eagle Creek was unstained
none of the beautiful trees were slain
the house wasn't altered at all
its' beauty stood grand and tall
no buildings added anywhere
trees and meadows shimmered there
like the place we knew a long time ago
when so much beauty could shine and glow

Then I awoke and the tears of reality set in
I lost a beautiful place which bloomed Heaven
now only memories of Eagle Creek remain
I long to go back before its' beauty was slain
I remember seeing the fog below which looked like the sea
and twenty acres of beautiful green meadows and trees
I remember running free, and riding in the breeze
I remember many apples, pears, and blueberries
and a forest of Douglas Firs so magical
Eagle Creek was beautiful, life there was full
there was plenty of room to ride my bikes
and enjoy nature's beauty upon hikes

Then one day they sold it away
and my old way of life decayed
I longed to return to Eagle Creek
its' beauty was so unique
returning there was my wistful dream
I knew this would most likely never gleam

Then they chopped down the forest
now it's even more missed
cut away are the beautiful trees
reaching within me... a bitter freeze
Eagle Creek is gone
it will live on
only in my memories
a haunting hole never appeased
I can never go back
its' beauty burned to black.

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

Land of development. That is truly where we live in America. So many places being destroyed in a quest to make life so much simpler for others. This was a lovely place and you described it quite well. I can understand your sadness by its loss. Very beautiful place. Nice work.

[MoriartyMesa]

This reminds me of the song night moves by bob sager, if i was to mirror a song to this work, that would be my pick.

[Coyote Song]

Places from our past often times have a tight hold on our hearts and it hurts when we see them destroyed. I can feel this is true for you very powerfully in your poem.

[Black Cat Fever]

Yes, its a shame with beautiful places are destroyed. There is less and less farm land and wild places these days than just when I was a child. And I'm sure they'll be less when I'm old as well. Progress isn't always good. Nice job on writing about your memories of the place you loved.

[Renée]

Sweet memories live on, but how sad to lose a beloved place for the heart...People think progress is building, I believe its appreciating what is irreplaceable and leaving it be... Great expression ...

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the memories in this poem. It is sad also. The great forest is being cut down and no-one care. The photo is beautiful. Thank you for the amazing poem.
Coyote

[Star Wolf]

A very touching and sad story about loss and disappointment. You did an awesome job on this.

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Yeah, I can tell you're missing this place a lot. Very sad indeed. A nice tribute poem to the place you love.

[Tina Kline]

Very sad poem. It's hard to loose the places that we love and they end up becoming only some distant memory. Very good job on this poem.