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Re: NFC: A Brook in The City Robert Frost
Touching poem! My appetite for native fish, having changed from the culinary
benefits of a handful of species to the study of the many varieties of what I
use to call "minnows", was whetted at a similar urban brook in Kalamazoo,
Michigan. Much of its length runs through a pipe below the parking lots of
several shopping centers, but its last several hundred yards is free until it
dumps into Portage Creek. This small trickle is home to central stonerollers,
johnny darters, creek chubs, and an occasional sunfish or fingerling
largemouth bass. It has no name, but I have dubbed it Pratt's Creek after a
former landowner whose name is only remembered by the narrow street that runs
along the brook. I checked an old plat map and could envision what its former
beauty must have been like. Frost's poem brings back memories of this urban
stream where I was introduced to the beauty of our natives, even if the
setting was not so.
Kevin DeVries