Water of Clay  Ask me if I love this water, this Georgia clay stream glistening so brightly, sparkling with mica… Ask me if it whispered my name softly… beckoning me closer to enjoy its translucent beauty… Ask me if, when I bent down it showed me hues of orange that were beyond descriptions… and only photos could do justice! Ask me if I lingered there, for a while…my camera in hand admiring and trying to capture the simple beauty I saw. And ask me…just ask me if I have looked at these photos and imagined myself back there gazing at this stream of silt, this water of clay and sand, this gleaming, trickling brook with its invitation to stay and visit. The answer, every time…would be Yes! Rose Steedley Williams ©Southernstoryteller- March 2008 A poem inspired by a visit to Providence Canyon State Park in Georgia that I wanted to share here today :) |
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Water of Clay
I grew up on the edge of the magnificent Okefenokee Swamp in south Georgia. The little village I grew up in, Council GA doesn't have any inhabitants anymore, but for the first 18 years of my life, it was my whole world. Growing up there was unique in a way I can only describe with my stories or poems. It inspires me when I write. I love to write poems, stories, creative nonfiction pieces. I've lived in the Deep South all my life (Georgia & Florida) so much of my inspiration has a Southern slant to it :)
I write what comes into my head, often through my heart. Writing is therapeutic and very necessary for me as a means of understanding the world and my place in it.
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