"... Form'd from this soil, this air, born here of parents born here, from parents the same,
and their parents the same. "- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass - circa 1856
This, My Columbia
... The Columbia River
" Cosmos Cascading " (10x23)
August, 2011 id3300
" Blacking Streaking Black Red " ( Right Corner View )
Gathering years
Upon the face
Youth is swept aside
From time and tide,
And left are silvering mantles
Of patina and pride
Against this shifted wind
Under light's dimming cloud,
With steady eye and tilted chin
Life's last stand be proud,
As long the sculpting heart
hammers hard in tempo
To the drum beats
Of the Nineteen Sixties,
And the songs of freedom's cry
Words of justice still warm the lips
And the American Eagle,
Aloft and still upon the high,
Her wing beats of the Eighteen Sixties
Echoing across the sky
And my mother's grandfathers,
Are standing tall with Lincoln,
His voice ringing like silver
And his horseman in the night
Is galloping, flag unfurled, towards destiny
As banners Americana
Seek Liberty's morning light.