The Creek That No Longer Speakes but still Speaks

The creek is no longer speaking with us, but the creek still is speaking. I know it sounds strange but it will make since soon. The creek may not be with us but the creek is. Even though you cant see the creeks mind and thoughts flow or here the creek talk to you he still is. Lately observing the creek has been very lame because I though the creek was gone, but it turns out he it still here. Even though the creek is gone he left behind his thoughts all over the creek so that he can still talk all the time.

 

Piute Creek

By Gary Snyder b. 1930 Gary Snyder

One granite ridge

A tree, would be enough

Or even a rock, a small creek,

A bark shred in a pool.

Hill beyond hill, folded and twisted   

Tough trees crammed

In thin stone fractures

A huge moon on it all, is too much.   

The mind wanders. A million

Summers, night air still and the rocks   

Warm.   Sky over endless mountains.   

All the junk that goes with being human   

Drops away, hard rock wavers

Even the heavy present seems to fail   

This bubble of a heart.

Words and books

Like a small creek off a high ledge   

Gone in the dry air.

A clear, attentive mind

Has no meaning but that

Which sees is truly seen.

No one loves rock, yet we are here.   

Night chills. A flick

In the moonlight

Slips into Juniper shadow:

Back there unseen

Cold proud eyes

Of Cougar or Coyote

Watch me rise and go.(Graham)

This poem reminded me of the creek because it just tells you about my creek in a way. Even though it doesn't have a bear in it. Going back though.


 The rocks that the creek used to walk on has his path left words with knowledge all over them. The rocks tell me so much. It tells me what he his thinking, that he wishes he can flow and be free again but he had to go away for a while. It reminds me of the history we had and all of the memories. The creek reminded me of the freaking bear that I saw and the rocks show me was scared when that bear was there that day. That's what the rocks show me. The creek its self says that he is still here. The patterns of the soil tell me a story by them self .Its wavy and long smooth strokes. Its kind of peaceful. Over all the creek is still alive and well. The creek may not speak with words but he speaks with heart.

The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us.” (101) This encouraged me because observing the creek took me at surprise and I seized the moment and I will miss talking about the creek but the creek is resting for know so that means I do to. The creek has should me things that I will remember for ever and I hope the same for you.



                   Graham, Ruth. "Piute Creek." Poetry Foundation. Poetry Foundation, 209. Web. 16 Dec. 2014.


"101 Inspiring Happiness Quotes." 101 Inspiring Happiness Quotes. N.p., n.d. Web. 15 Dec. 2014.

Fall Has Arrived At The Creek

I thought that I should start with something awesome. I was walking to the creek like I usually do and I saw something peculiar in the bushes behind some trees. I walked a little closer and what I see was a little frightening but cool. I saw a f***ing bear. I was really scared but at the same time I thought it was really cool seeing a bear from a couple yards away. The bear was brown but at the neck it was a lot darker because of the angle I was at and he or she was very fat and large.

 

 I did not get closer to the bear even though I had to go observe the creek. I though it would be best to walk back home very slowly . I don't know why their would be a bear at the creek their is no fish to eat in the creek and it is very cold. I thought the bear should be hibernating but that is just me. This to me was a once in a life time experience that I will never forget.  To me the bear was just telling me that maybe that day was not a good day to be observe.

On another note, the area around the creek has been changing a lot. The lushest smooth green is diesing on me. The one thing I hate about the winter is that it kills a lot of nature because it is so dang cold. That is another thing I really don't like that its getting colder. The creek has been doing really bad because of the cold. Everything is diesing and the creek is also dieing because of the drought and everything we are having, but I guess that is part of life.

This quote I found using google images I like because it just says everything in my mind about life.

That's life,
though. That's
life
Mike Espy

The Buttes

The creek that isn’t talking has been in silence for days. The water has not been flowing for a while now. My guess is that they turned off the water supply that’s way up the creek about a mile. I know that it’s a mile because I walked up the creek and marked the distance with my phone. The hike up the creek reminded me off this one time I went hiking with my grandma and dad at the sierra buttes. The path we went on was 6 miles (3 miles both ways). The hike took about 4-5 hours (I’m not sure on how long), I just know that it took us a while because of my grandma(Sierra Buttes). When we got back to the bottom of the mountain I felt good about myself because I felt that I have accomplished something good just don’t know what it was.

 

                                                                      (google images)  

Going back to the creek that isn’t speaking, I don’t know why someone would want to turn the water off. It is giving are lake fresh water and filling it up (has low has it is). I think people just need to start looking at the great parts of the wilderness and nature and see how great it is because shutting off the water is destroying the creek and our lake. I get shutting it off during the winter but not during the summer its horrible.

 

           Sierra Buttes, California - Sierra Nevada Geotourism MapGuide." Sierra Buttes, California - Sierra Nevada Geotourism MapGuide. N.p., n.d. Web. 03 Dec. 2014.

 

The cold is hear

I have noticed that lately it has been getting colder and colder when I am observing the creek. The water is getting colder and colder to. Iv also notice a lot of things are dying.Why does everything have to die? My purple plant I love so much is not going to be with us much longer. Its laziness look makes it look like he does not have any more strength to survive. Deep in side me I want to do something to help, but I just don't know what to do to help the poor cold little guy. Its orange little balls that he has on each end of the stems is getting lighter and lighter everyday. The creek its self is getting lower and lower. The little water fall has water running through the small parts of the rocks and still I cant figure out how because their is no water running in the creek just a big cold puddle on the second part of the creek. The cold fall air surrounds the creek telling me fall has arrived with its cold air. Knowing that any day now the creek may not say another word.

Magical and Powerful

The cold has defiantly arrived at the creek and so had the fall. The days are getting colorful buy the minute at the creek. The grass I sit on is getting colors of different  greens, reds, oranges all mixed in with the grass. It is so nice and peaceful there and its nice just to sit back and listen to the creek has the little water it has, flows down the creek. All of these colors and stream of water reminded me of this song I really like called "Strasbourg st Denis" by Roy Hargrove quintet. This reminded me of this song because it is so nice and peacefull like the creek and the flow of the creek is like the flow of music the song gives you when you listen to it, and all of the sweet colorful ideas of the solos the band gives you. Its so sweet like the air around the creek is so nice just like the song. The link will be posted to the song right after this paragraph. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxeb0cwjE8U

picture of the band cover (google images)
 

The creek also reminded me of a place me and my family go to every year in the summer time up in California. Me and my family go to a cabin by a river up in the mountains an hour away from Visalia California. The creek reminded me of this because even though its just a small little creek it reminded me about the river that is right next to the cabin we stay at and hangout at. The river is cold like the creek and is peaceful and calm like the creek. I feel like I can leave this world and go to another world were I can just chill and be at peace and not worry about anything. The creek is a very magical and powerful place if you know what to do.

The Introduction

The creek that never talks is so noiseless but still not quite at the same time. The cool thing is that it is very peaceful there too. The creek is a nice place to be for peace and quiet. Their is two sections of the creek this one part usually has a big puddle of water in it that looks nasty and dirty that you just don't wan to touch it. The water also is cold. In the big puddle of water their is a rock and that rock has dry moss on top of that and the part of the rock that is in the water is very slimy. That rock also has a friend. Its literally right next to it. It also has some of the same appearances as the other rock just a different shape. The second part of the creek has many characteristics but the one thing that caught my eye was this plant. The plant is an purple color that has stems coming off of the main component of the plant. On the edge of each stem their is a orange ball of fur (I think it is fir haven't gone down to look at it). So far this is my favorite thing evolved with this creek. I hope to see more interesting things as I do my observations.