Cross the Cascades to Come See Me, J

If I could smell sagebrush leaves in my hand,
And stare from a cliff at the mighty Columbia,
Live at that point on those brushy, dry hillsides
Where willows and pines grow in the ravines,
Alongside clear, clean water in fast-moving
Streams tumbling down from the forested
Mountains above, and if you could find time
Off to visit that place when I was there, I think
I'd be the happiest man anywhere.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-27 at 22:56

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