Well we know I like to write daily, but undulate isn’t in this country boy’s daily vocabulary. I’ve heard it before, but I admit that I had to look it up. So, forgive me if I use it in the wrong text. I only have a few moments to put down some words.
There is a creek called the Roe-Jan Kill,
Jackson Corners named it there own.
A great place to swim and fish;
Or just to get away for time alone.
On April first, trouts opening day,
People swarm from all around.
Shoulder to Shoulder, they fight for a spot.
Then they leave their beer cans lying around.
But if you visit the water on a calm spring day,
As it’s undulating down its path;
Wade silently watching the eagles fly;
What more peace can an angler hath?
I’m dedicating this poem to my late friend Jessica Wyant-Pendleton. She was a beautiful, talented, Native-American woman. The featured image that I used for this post is her pencil drawing of the Jackson Corners bridge, spanning over the Roe-Jan Kill. As you can see, the creek not only means a lot to me; but it has a place in the hearts of many Dutchess and Ulster County, NY residents. To those who knew Jessica, how peaceful and kind; we can no longer visit the creek without her on our mind.
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