Cascadia

Cascadia by: Earl Schumacker Rolling the distant down More wet than dawn allowed With sounds of water echoes Through the crying falls To the core Disturbed Cascadia my love Pours on in distillation Crystal jungles hide in wait Never really take shape Rocks seem to jump at the opportunity for life Through the river’s moving mouth Which laughs Cascadia over and over steep cliffs Under current and bridge With the silent thought of distance covered In blankets of foam and will Rolling endlessly down By the fall that never touched As I touched and felt Cascadia at her fall