Thank you great creator paisley pride sings
In Cascadian granite of Washington pass
On winged dragonfly in voiced loon calls
star seeded quince and cherried-stained lips
Groves of peach, apple, cherry, grow beside corn, squash, and hay
Troweled paths climb foothills where man wishes it to be
Wild grasses meander rolling plains
Beyond burned tree lines of once wilderness
Houses dot the landscapes as water
Pumps and sprays yards and foreign flora
Along Columbia
I like the specificity of details in this one, the first stanza especially: Cascadian granite…star-seeded quince.
thank you