Cascadia
Cascadia
by: Earl Schumacker
Rolling the distant down
More wet than dawn allowed
With sounds of water echoes
Through the crying falls
To the core
Disturbed Cascadia my love
Pours on in distillation
Crystal jungles hide in wait
Never really take shape
Rocks seem to jump at the opportunity for life
Through the river’s moving mouth
Which laughs Cascadia over and over steep cliffs
Under current and bridge
With the silent thought of distance covered
In blankets of foam and will
Rolling endlessly down
By the fall that never touched
As I touched and felt
Cascadia at her fall
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