Standing Under St John's Bridge
Standing under St Johns Bridge,
ships and boats hauling in,
red and green lead the drive,
dusk has framed another day.
Gentle ripples,
hide Willamette's gold.
Pilgrims dreams are seen,
yet stay untold.
Tales of expeditions past,
echo through this Gothic path.
Cathedral arches standing tall.
Copper green towers silhouette against cirrus sky.
Whispering white clouds
settle deep among brilliant orange and yellow trees,
speckled in majestic evergreens.
Fertile soil sits with fallen rain,
preparing for the storms of wind and change.
Mosaic ridges guard centuries old meandering life.
Standing under St Johns Bridge.
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