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On the Path to Shingle Creek
The
robin knows the trail but scurries
underneath the
Queen Anne’s lace.
You’ll have to find your own path
through the prickle of
evergreens.
They try to grip you with their stories;
tear away.
Now look for the coyote paw-prints:
hollow mud-casts
in the dirt
that lead through the jumble
of
thimbleberries. I don’t remember
the trail. I recall the old way—
here,
somewhere—past the rustling
thicket where that black bear
spooked Tuffy to
barking
and Mama yelled scream kids scream
while the juice
dripped purple
and the blackberries tumbled like marbles
from the Folgers
tin.
Copyright 2003 © Nita Ahola
Countryman
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Biography: Nita
Countryman Nita
Countryman’s poetry has appeared in or Her poetry chapbook The Origin of
Bear has recently been o
Oregon State Poetry Association: A First Place award o
Finalist, Willamette Award in Poetry,
year 2004. o
Co-winner of the “Best Poetry” award, o
Three poems placed in the Writer’s
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