Brazos Bend State Park Courtesy Click2Houston.com
River's Bend (See Video)
Down where the Brazos wandered,
maybe, a thousand years ago,
floods cut through the meandering,
and changed the river's flow.
Creating oxbow lakes,
for all the wild to enjoy,
replenished by occasional floods,
the lakes there to employ.
Settlers came and settlers went,
they came to ranch and farm.
But when that use petered out,
they pulled up stakes and moved on.
It was late in the 20th century,
when the land came up for sale.
It was bought and granted to the state,
a park for all hardy and hale.
I wandered there in the 1980s,
when the park was still raw and new.
I went to see the animals and birds,
to walk, relax, contemplate and view.
Late in the day on a Saturday,
driving from the suburbs to the wild,
I'd pick a trail to take that day and walk,
with sun waning west and the air mild.
By lakes with migrating waterfowl,
alligators, people fishing, hawks.
An armadillo in the trail,
scratching out a living eating bugs.
There came a screeching through tall grass,
a bobcat I suppose was taking charge.
Meanwhile, a buck in full antler,
appeared in front of me very large.
Down by the river far from other people,
saw a huge sow with piglets many,
and in the same patch of brush, javelina,
enjoying the cover and wallows plenty.
One day, I heard to my left a mighty wail,
an angry boar with brown fur flying,
crossed the field behind me very fast,
saying my heart didn't skip would be lying.
One October day much cooler then,
fifty deer were gathered rutting in a meadow.
I watched bucks clashing for the does'
affection while they waited for their hero.
Walking an old farm road, I passed,
between an old and young buck vying,
paid no attention to me at all,
young doe nearby for their trying.
Those days walking alone in the park,
gone now, but their memories linger on.
Often thinking back how the wild calms,
the mind long after that life is gone.
Copyright 2022 © Ronald W. Hull
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
9/15/22
Rebecca
Regis (Reg) 🙏😎🚶♀️🍁🍂
A wonderful poem filled with great images and longing. Thanks for posting it, Ron.
Your poem made me nostalgic for days of yore when I spent time on my grandma's ranch and got to interact with horses, cows, turkeys, and chickens. A couple of years ago my sister took me back where the ranch was located. Sadly, the only thing left was a lonely tree and some tumble weeds.
So, as you say so poetically, "the wild calms the mind long after that life is gone."
PS
and so good to look back on those memories…
Nature is one of life’s constants…and in our present
world of troubled chaos, never was it needed so much…
Looking back soothes us, as we try and make sense of all the
Present changes and strife in our World…
I enjoyed this…
Diana…🍃
Mark
I thought you were somewhere here in Louisiana.
In Thibodeaux, we even have a wharf behind the parish library that looks like the photo above but is much bigger.
The back streets look just like that.
Then I thought you were around one of the plantation homes.
Thanks for sharing your ride with us.
Interesting video and a very interesting read, Ron.