Mammoth Spring,
Arkansas
Water and the
history of water
Have lifted the
town from the north Arkansas soil,
Attracting first
the railroad, then the dam builders,
Then the
tourists, then the hawkers,
Then, at long
last, attracting me.
Me, with my
sickly, aging body,
With my camera
and my map,
Prompting me to
walk across the dam
Where the water
still spills over,
To walk through
the enclosure
Where the great
machinery is,
Signs telling of
the days
When it was
capable of working
The dam’s gates
To control the
water.
Me, with my
camera and my map,
Prompting me to
walk
All around the
large pond
To the closed
museum train station,
To the falls at
the end of the pond
Where the water
itself still
Pours out of the
north Arkansas ground.
--October 21,
2013
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