You never know what
you will discover when you decide
to go on a walk.
There are times when birds,
such as swallows will cross
your path, and offer you a sense
of freedom and liberation
Giving you grace-
in a world where it's hard to come by
Itis okay to sit and reflect,
you do not have to go at a fast pace,
you can look wherever you want to look,
as long as it doesn't cause anyone harm
Watch them gently touch the water,
and fly to the sky.
This should remind you,
that you are safe.
I walked along,
the Columbia river -
only to find
missing pieces of myself.
The lamb's ear
that was so simple
and soft
to touch
While I was walking
I was thinking-
about grief and how
it makes you, you
is it a prayer, or an answer?
or self-reflection
With my mind
wandering, about the world
and where I belong
I kept walking
The lonely island
The soothing water sounds
The various shaped marshmallows in the sky
The fish which live and travel under the water
Wherever there is only pace is where I wish to be
Wither it be a yacht out at sea
a sailboat on the Columbia River
a fishing boat on the Sacramento River
An island in the Pacific without smoke
Or a cruise ship with a sweet lady
Even Ireland where the clovers are always green
And everybody dances while
Wearing green and white clothes on refreshing day
Would be a welcome stress-free change- Peace where are you?
Visit my soul Great River of the West.
Come touch my heart with your absolute truth,
Pausing for no one on your ocean’s quest.
You teach to forgive; now I, in turn blest
In wisdom of age. My fears you reduce.
Visit my soul Great River of the West.
You nurtured mankind. Suckling your breast,
Any and all, on your western pursuit,
Pausing for no one on your ocean’s quest.
Ice-driven turmoil, mountains transgressed,
Laid forth verdant glades, their riches profuse.
Visit my soul Great River of the West.
Your waters and shores corrupting the best,
Your treasures and gifts men tried to seduce,
Pausing for no one on your ocean’s quest.
Your praise with my prayer, mine gifts I confess,
The peace of old age, the joys of my youth.
Visit my soul Great River of the West,
Pausing for no one on your ocean’s quest.
Ilchee, the "Moon Girl".
She paddled her own canoe ~
Bronze gaze, heart of steel.
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They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.
Down the Missouri they traveled,
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end.
©2013 Honestly JT
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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