This, My Columbia

This, My Columbia
... The Columbia River

" Cosmos Cascading " (10x23)

" Cosmos Cascading " (10x23)
August, 2011 id3300

" Blacking Streaking Black Red " ( Right Corner View )

" Blacking Streaking Black Red " ( Right Corner View )
August, 2011 id3286

Saturday, December 08, 2007

Run Sassaby, Run

How swift the Sassaby
That runs before the Cheetah -
The Passenger pigeon
That drops from the sky.

This once belonged
To only them -
This ancient earth
That mankind squandered,
Raped and pillaged
And left to die.

But alas, from a far corner,
Reflecting in an oracle
And the glinting of an eye -
A vision to replant an Eden
After we have passed
Into the long cold nights,
Of lost and forgotten promises,

Into the forever
Into the by and by
Of Ten thousand years
Of Ten thousand voices -

Ten thousand children's voices
And all the children
That ever were -
Those we dressed
In rags and hunger,
Those we shut behind a door,
And those we covered
In puff and feather,

Return to Eden
And chorusing,
Sing soft upon a sunrise,

Echoing bold
Across the heavens,
Their currents lifting wings of Eagles -

And flocks of white and golden travelers
Hover gentle over newborn gardens,
Amber fields and blossomed orchards,

As the sweet breathe
Of ripened fruit,
Swash and breeze
Against the nape of the earth,
And the back of mother's neck.