|
| |
The Columbia
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.
Copyright ©
Ken Rone
|
|