Karen Anglesey Poet Free verse

Journey To Spirit Mountain

Minter Bridge Road to Burkhalter Lane
Alpaca farms dot the hilly terrain, baby llamas
Wear thick curly fur, until the shears come
They look really funny when the fur is all gone

From the top of Chehalem, a significant drop down
Now into Newberg a quaint little town
Velvet moss cloaks the ivy in emerald green
Entwined through a forest of Juniper trees

On to Spirit Mountain, Grand Rhonde’s old legend
Where old spirits dwell, their holiness beckons
It’s best to go slow in a horse powered engine, that
Would have impressed the Pony Express, the
Ghosts of Rogue River's tribes of Kalapuya
Smoking peace pipes in wigwams
On the banks of Nestucca 






KA/ 2003

Note:  A place where you can truly feel the old spirits dwell. Kalapuya (Calapooya) means “wealthy way of life”. A semi-nomadic people who lived in permanent winter villages (near present day Portland, Oregon) and traded with their neighbors of Northern California, Oregon Coast and Columbia River tribes.

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Deborah Shiells May 8, 2014 at 6:35 PM Hi Karen, What a magical soul journey this write took me on. Incredibly beautiful descriptions and imagery. Thank you so much for sharing this write with us. Peace, Deborah Karen Anglesey May 9, 2014 at 8:42 AM Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

Suzanne Delaney November 16, 2013 at 8:25 PM You have really captured the spirit of this place and those who dwelled here. Wonderful reading. SuZ

Andrea Dietrich September 7, 2013 at 11:36 PM It's just as if you have lived in those days, you describe it so well. I really get a sense of your love for this place. Karen Anglesey September 8, 2013 at 1:07 AM Andrea...i was mesmirized by the experience and grateful for it ,:)

Debbie Duncan September 7, 2013 at 11:36 AM nicely written images, Karen , I live in Astoria Oregon for two yrs. Went to Portland a few times, besides Washington. Love the land up there. Thank you for liking my Belladonna, "I watch the carnival of lost souls. Watch them all in their caravan". I thought about taking that line out, but I liked it too much ;} Karen Anglesey September 7, 2013 at 11:48 AM Debbie, I know people who are familiar with the Northwest would recognize these areas. Loved living there :)

Alozor Michael Ikechukwu September 1, 2013 at 5:07 PM Quite descriptive. Karen Anglesey September 2, 2013 at 11:24 AM Thank you for commenting...much appreciated :)

Shanity Rain August 30, 2013 at 2:09 PM I love this , I feel the sage and Carlos nakai , a Native Indian Flute player , always slowing me down to appreciate what I have . what a beautiful piece . Shanity Rain August 30, 2013 at 2:11 PM I live in surrounding Portland metropolis , a huge city with forest all over ! Where is this ?

Painted Hunter August 23, 2013 at 6:37 AM You've managed a uniquely natural description here...very different from what I'm used to. It paints quite the picture...My kinda stuff!! Karen Anglesey August 23, 2013 at 6:41 AM Caleb, thank you for the nice comment.

Lori Hopkins August 20, 2013 at 7:36 PM "Alpaca farms dot the hilly terrain, baby llamas Wear thick curly fur, until the shears come" favorite image, so that i can almost feel the encompassing coolness of the low lying cloudsbms Karen Anglesey August 23, 2013 at 6:40 AM Thank you for the precise interpretation. It's a road I've taken many times and forever burned in my memory

Kelly Deschler August 15, 2013 at 2:56 PM Very good poem! Your words flow nicely here. And, your poems have such amazing imagery! Well done, once again. Karen Anglesey August 17, 2013 at 7:02 PM Kelly, thank you for the nice comments :)

John Posey August 14, 2013 at 8:05 PM Sweet Karen, thanks for sharing this. Reverie is beautiful and brings memories of a time when things always seem better than they actually were. Precious times are remembered by the heart... memories rely on the brain.... Love ya.... Jake Karen Anglesey August 14, 2013 at 8:30 PM Jake, thank you for your in depth comment. I am glad you enjoyed this poem and I will always remember the spiritual experiences found there. Have a splendid evening :)

Shadow Hamilton August 13, 2013 at 5:01 PM hi Karen as well as being very informative this is also quite lovely Shadow x smiles Karen Anglesey August 13, 2013 at 7:02 PM Shadow...thank you for your lovely words *smiles*

Donna Jones August 13, 2013 at 11:00 AM Sounds like heaven filled with sweet happy spirits..nicely written Karen... Karen Anglesey August 13, 2013 at 11:57 AM Donna, thank you ...it really is a spiritual experience... :)

Richard Lamoureux August 11, 2013 at 12:05 AM I enjoyed reading this one again. I had commented before but for some reason it didn't post. You have weaves a very emotional piece. Karen Anglesey August 11, 2013 at 8:24 AM Richard, I appreciate the detail comments. It's nice to know the words we put together produce an effect so that someone else can enjoy the vibes. Thank you :)

Jack Ellison August 10, 2013 at 5:25 PM Packing my bags as I speak! LOL Great descriptive write! Thanks for sharing Karen... hugs xoxoxox Karen Anglesey August 11, 2013 at 8:22 AM Jack, thank you and I know you would love the experi.ence ..have a beautiful day

Monterey Sirak August 10, 2013 at 6:46 AM What a beautiful scene you have created. Loved it Karen Anglesey August 10, 2013 at 8:54 AM Monterey, thank you for visiting, your comments are much appreciated

Dalila Agtani August 9, 2013 at 7:39 PM Nice...sounds like finding one's own solitude on those settings. Dalila Karen Anglesey August 10, 2013 at 8:52 AM Dalila, Solitude perfectly describes it, thank you :)

Cherie Thomas August 9, 2013 at 5:24 AM What a cool flow, really love the words and feeling that comes with this place....somewhere that I would like to know:) ty4sharing really enjoyed reading....cherie Karen Anglesey August 10, 2013 at 8:50 AM Hello Cherie, thank you for taking the journey :)

Sara Kendrick August 8, 2013 at 12:22 PM Reads like an interesting place..I think that sometimes if we were to get really still and quiet that we could feel and hear the spirits of those who trod here before...Sara Karen Anglesey August 8, 2013 at 5:32 PM Sara...there is no question about it :)

Honestly J.T. August 7, 2013 at 9:46 PM Just the way this poem is written makes me want to visit Karen Anglesey August 8, 2013 at 5:31 PM Thank you very much

Sean L Sanders August 7, 2013 at 3:05 PM Okay I want to be as honest as possible AMAZING Wow. Excellent poetry poet. Karen Anglesey August 8, 2013 at 5:30 PM Sean...your comments are much appreciated :)

Stephen Kilmer August 5, 2013 at 6:27 PM Enchanting. Would love to see that part of the world. Especially now since it's so darn hot down here. I must echo the words fo Laura "positively delightful poem". Kilmer Karen Anglesey August 6, 2013 at 7:50 PM Yes, it is an enchanting place. I still feel the peaceful auras when I think of it ...thank you for sharing such positive thoughts :)

Laura Breidenthal August 5, 2013 at 5:54 PM I've never been myself but it must have been a beautiful place to be. A positively delightful poem to have read today. Always, Laura Karen Anglesey August 11, 2013 at 1:12 PM Thank you Laura, I still feel the vibes when I think of it.

Nette Onclaud August 5, 2013 at 3:22 PM i love the beautiful tour of this place through your words, karen..:) hugggs Karen Anglesey August 6, 2013 at 7:49 PM nette, thank you for sharing your thoughts ...much appreciated :)

Anne-Lise Andresen August 5, 2013 at 1:05 PM - Karen, an experience to read, very well written - oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Karen Anglesey August 6, 2013 at 7:48 PM Anne Lise, thank you for your positive comments. Much appreciated :)

Benjamin David August 5, 2013 at 2:10 AM I enjoyed this wonderfully descriptive poem. Well done! Karen Anglesey August 5, 2013 at 11:13 AM Benjamin, thank you for your thoughts. :)

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