this is such a lovely poem I can feel myself as if i were in the car next to
you watching the same scenery and you pointing our the wildlife
>From: garydawg <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New: The Lower Left Corner Traveled
>Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2002 13:26:04 -0800
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>The Lower Left Corner Traveled
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>Along the crooked roads of the river's shore,
>tide laps the shoulder, hungry to roam the fields.
>In stands of stunted fir attired in smoky leaf lichen,
>rough-legged hawks wait for the water to recede.
>
>Crooked roads twist and turn along the Columbia
>though towns left high and dry by depleted salmon runs,
>exhausted timber cuts, abandoned farms, too few jobs
>for gift shops, junque stores and tourists to keep alive.
>
>Around stump and hillock, over creeks and marsh,
>the crooked roads wind north around Willipa Bay.
>On this pale day, heron, elk and osprey melt away,
>the long journey home miles of uninteresting road.
>
>Until one last river forded, the last inlet sighted
>to remind me the warm, simple joy of home runs deep.
>
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