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Sunday, June 08, 2003 New poem written!! I wrote it today, when I went out to the Willamette River footbridge. The Willamette River flows through Eugene, Oregon (my hometown) and it's one of the most popular and important natural resources in our area. I've lived at the University, just five minutes away from the river, and it has inspired me. So, today I went there and looked and listened and felt and wrote a poem for the river. It's called . . . River.River Bridge of concrete Long and gray, strong and cool Let them pass Show them what lives underneath you Step outside the city, weary traveler Bicycle rider Dog walker Come, Come to the river. I see your kayaker, wielding oar I hear your gentle rushing roar It's hot up here You look so cool down there I want to step inside you Penetrate your being, So that you can cool me Wet and cold on my skin Make the heat disappear. Your voice calls, a drone of rapids Ever steady, ever present Where do you find your voice? Why is it so beautiful? You flow, you rush You tumble, you crush So violent, but so orderly I see your waves in battle against each other -- Ahhh, breeze! You cool me. I am now in your debt-- I see your colors, river Black there, blue here Green there And the whiteness of your pain as your waves are born Born from the Father Rock And Mother Grass. So beautiful So strong As you move along I christen you "Life", for life is like yourself Born in chaos, tossed about Then flowing into peace Becoming one with itself. It never stops, it flows along Such a process Such a peaceful element Of expectations and reliability You repeat yourself And in this world of unpredictability, I treasure the peace you bring in the flow of you. Oh stone! Oh grass! Oh log! You're in its way But you are never harmed The river fights itself But it respects its brothers and sisters I see you, floater, kayaker The river cares for you too If you care for it Respect will carry you downstream Belligerence will suck you under. Oh River! You look so pure You look so frosty cool I want to swim in and be one with you But the time has not yet come. The time has not yet come. posted by:Russ at 5:14 PM | Post Page | 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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