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Up the Valley

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             This poem is in memory of my parents(Ash & Emmy) who

              lived their final days in this quiet valley, and with them

              died the remnant authentic pick and shovel methods of the

              Gold Rush days.  They were the last old identities left in the valley.

              Later large machinery reworked parts of the valley for the 

              remaining gold, and forever killing the Romance/Nostalgis/Atmosphere

              that surrounded this historic area


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Up the Valley


                                           UP THE VALLEY

            The road up the valley that time forgot.
            In fifty years it changeth not.
            Blackwater rests around the bend.
            Like other Gold towns has seen the end
            of Hotel, Post Office and the dredge.
            A sleepy valley that’s now a hedge;
            against this world that goes too fast.
            Forever may these havens last.
            At least in memory.

            Nellie, Ma Ward, Ash and Emmy
            To mention just a few of many,
            that lived in this valley, where gold
            had been the dream of old.
            Some stayed, but always found.
            Not enough gold and too much ground.

            Dick and Aussie from up the hill.
            Their huts are now forever still
            No smoke winds up to paint the sky,
            stirring whimsical dreams of days gone by.

            The schoolhouse stands to mark the time.
            Where the morning bell was heard to chime.
            And children laughed, and children played.
            But that was then, and none have stayed.

            The river that flows forever on.
            A trickle today, could rampage upon,
            this valley so serene.
            Lest you forget it’s sleeping might.
            In flood it is an awesome sight.

            But the river flows on when others have gone
            Not caring not sharing our woes.
            Saying this life's not endless; but must travel on
            For what life brings who knows

           ( This poem was written in memory of my parents. Read About this poem)

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  1. Date: 3/16/2014 3:14:00 AM
    Brian, I love this history narrative and will read the background to the story you've provided.. Thanks!

    Cosgrove Avatar Brian Cosgrove
    Date: 3/16/2014 11:45:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Hi Dave One gets a little nostalgic occassionally Has something to do with age Good to carch up Brian