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Old Gold Rush Town

Updated on January 18, 2012
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Liz has always enjoyed visiting the state and national parks with her family and continues to do so with her own children.

No breeze is stirring,

                   the hot air sits heavy

                                             on the world.

A fat lady sits overflowing

                   her rocking chair

                                           on a dusty porch.

Sweat gleams on her brow;

                     a fan drips unused

                                          from her misshapen, flaccid fingers.

Four fat flies buzz

                     around her face;

                                           land, unnoticed, on her arms,

                                                                                        the chair.

The noontime heat stomps out

                      energy and vitality:

                                           marches uncaring across the rest of the day.

©8-87 C.E. Carl

© 6-3-10 C.E. (Carl) Elias



This poem is a total product of my imagination. I never saw any such scene, and the character portrayed is completely fictional. It was brought to mind by the heat of the day encountered in Murphys, CA one summer on our way to go camping at Calaveras Big Trees State Park, just past Arnold, CA. There were numerous old houses dating from the 1800's adding to the illusion in this poem. No offense is intended to any person whether living or dead.

A Teaser

This part of the state tends to get quite hot in mid-summer, and the towering shade of the Sequoia Redwoods is a welcome respite. Calaveras County, of course, is famous for Mark Twain's tale of The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County.

Calaveras Big Trees State Park, however, is a monument to the redwoods themselves. Located in the foothills, it is one of the areas where may be found the Sequoiadendron Giganteum, aka Giant Sequoia or Sierra Redwood. It is the sole survivor in its genus.

While still large and impressive, the Coast Redwoods, or Sequoia Sempervirens seem dwarfed by their magnificent mountain cousins.

I will probably write an entire hub about this park--check back for a link in the future. I mainly added this footnote to add sufficient length for outbound links to be allowed! ;-)


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  • Wayne Brown profile image

    Wayne Brown 7 years ago from Texas

    XML....You painted that scene quite colorfully in my mind! WB

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    Holle Abee 7 years ago from Georgia

    Wow! Such powerful imagery - I could see it and smell the dust rising from the porch!