August drabbles - 26
My Oregon - 5 - Oregon Green
The green of forest and meadow define this state, with shades touched gold, touched blue, or rainbow-hued in fields of blooms:
The blue of water and white-capped waves like clouds fighting to escape:
And the mist, unfinished painting of the Gorge, brush-strokes still fading, changing before your eyes:
A road that climbs through forest deep, up rocks of silvered gray to water-falls to leap infinity:
And a dry, desert land where I seek a lost angel, green lichen wings and robes of red, leached elements on rock…
Not lost, for sacred legions float the breeze and ever guard this Oregon.
The green of forest and meadow define this state, with shades touched gold, touched blue, or rainbow-hued in fields of blooms:
The blue of water and white-capped waves like clouds fighting to escape:
And the mist, unfinished painting of the Gorge, brush-strokes still fading, changing before your eyes:
A road that climbs through forest deep, up rocks of silvered gray to water-falls to leap infinity:
And a dry, desert land where I seek a lost angel, green lichen wings and robes of red, leached elements on rock…
Not lost, for sacred legions float the breeze and ever guard this Oregon.
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