Grub Gulch
by Stephen Barile
Posted on October 27, 2024
Posted on October 27, 2024
Blue and cloud-covered, the sky
Reaches down low behind Buckeye Mountain.
Seeps into the folds
And narrow steep-sided ravines.
Once the water-course of a torrent
On an unnamed creek.
The Ahwahnee Road, in plain view
Of the Twin Sisters peaks,
Crooks Mountain, and Windy Gap.
A path to salvation: to Grub Gulch.
The town on flat land.
The Thomas Hotel, Taylor’s Store,
Charlie Lyon’s Saloon, Mackies’,
And the Morrison Boardinghouse.
Something happened to the gold,
In intervening years
Following the influx of miners
At the Gambetti Mine,
The Mammoth, Enterprise
And the Josephine, above town.
Where headworks of the mines
Spilled their spoils.
A bummer down-on-his-luck
Could set out with a rusted pan.
Follow the gulch trail
To the Fresno River,
West of Indian Hill—
And always find enough
Coarse gold,
Flakes or nuggets--
For a grubstake.
A ticket to better times,
Better whiskey and some food.
From there a worthless oaf
Could find passage out
To Rootville,
Ranchos De Los Californios,
Or Las Juntas,
Sixty-miles west.
Home to robbers, killers,
Pikers, and deserters.
About the poet
Stephen Barile is an award-winning poet, and was a long-time member of the Fresno Poet’s Association. He attended Fresno City College, Fresno Pacific University, and California State University, Fresno. His poems may be found in numerous publications, both print and on-line. He taught writing at Madera College, and CSU Fresno.