On Visiting Lost Waters
It was his heart that took him away, but his heart still missed the waters flowing through a canyon of green that would explode with color when the first frost found its home in leaves that could bring light to the grayest day.
Trails that bordered the rim of the majestic gorge and paths that descended to follow the shore of the winding river had called to him often over the years, and many were the times he had answered that call.
But love had taken him to a distant place, and years had passed since last his footsteps had fallen in this forest, since his eyes had seen the splendor of the river’s descent, and his face had felt the mist rising from the falls.
Sadly, with these thoughts on this brief visit, he knew these memories were left here with the trees.
Prosery is a form devised at dVerse, and the challenge is to write a piece of flash fiction with a 144-word limit (144 words, here). Included in the bit of prose is to be a complete line from a poem. With Prosery: Memories with the Trees from Merril, the line to be included is “These memories were left here with the trees” from Joy Harjo’s “How to Write a Poem in a Time of War.” While that poem speaks of the lost or stolen beauty of a homeland, my piece describes Letchworth State Park, a place I often visited when I lived in Western New York (revisited this past week).
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Middle and Upper Falls – Genesee River at Letchworth State Park, Portageville, New York
~ left: 09 Sept 2019 & right: 19 Oct 2010 (note the old train bridge in 2010 photo) ~
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This is so bittersweet… somehow I feel that the memories run even deeper than the canyons, but it’s too painful to bring back, maybe when leaving some things are buried forever.
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Thank you, Björn. Sometimes, sacrifices are necessary.
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Having read your posts for several years now, I should have guessed you write of this. Beautifully done, Ken.
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🙂 Thank you, Merril. My last time at Letchworth was the March before I moved, in 2012, and everything was covered in ice. It was the one time my wife had seen those waterfalls, and I knew I had to take her there last week, when we were in the area. It’s 65 miles southeast of Buffalo, and not exactly on the direct route home to Missouri, but it was well worth the detour. As much as I love the colors around Columbus Day, any time of year there is great
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Sometimes detours are definitely worth it! 🙂
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Delicate and beautiful, Ken.
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Thank you, Sarah. 🙂
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I really enjoyed this! Memories have a way of passing time, distance and space.
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Thank you. So true!
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👍🏽
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I love thinking of all the great memories that enable a brief visit to be sad.
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That bittersweet element adds a character of its own.
Thank you.
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We are so often pulled in two directions, and a choice must be made. We always leave something behind. (K)
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We do. If we’re lucky, it’s something we can revisit.
Thank you, Kerfe.
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I, too, have a favorite gorge that I once visited often. Now with my disability, I cannot climb down the ropes any more to the river below; yet I can, and still do, in one of the chambers of my memories.
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Still, you have that experience to treasure.
Thanks, Glenn.
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The river looks faster and livelier in 2010. Other than that and the time of year taken, it looks pretty similar. But time marches on, doesn’t it.
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Thank you, Lisa.
That it does. The water level changes with the weather. One section of the gorge, called The Flume, is only 50 feet across at the bottom and shows changes in water levels the best. This link – http://letchworthparkhistory.com/flood.html – has 3 pages of very impressive photos of the flood along the 17 mile length of the river in the park, caused by Hurricane Agnes in 1972.
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You’re welcome and thanks for the link.
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Challenging task, handled masterfully .Awesome write.
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Thank you, sir.
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Beautiful prose, and looks like a place to add to our get-there-someday list.
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Thanks, Jazz. It’s impressive any time of the year, but especially when the leaves change, around Columbus Day.
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Very good Ken! I can feel the love for the outdoors in this story. It is sad to leave the memories in the trees!
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Thank you, Dwight. Hopefully they’ll stay with me for a while, but there are always new memories to make.
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I love the use of colour in the opening paragraph, Ken, and the footsteps and mist in the gorge.
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🙂 Thank you, Kim.
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So true of many places we leave.
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Yes. Choices.
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Excellent writing Ken ! Good use of the prompt line. Enjoyed reading this. Beautiful pictures! 🙂
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Thank you, Rob. It’s a beautiful place.
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Wonderful, Ken.the imagery made me feel like I was standing there,and feeling the mist on my face.
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Thank you. My work here is done. 😉
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