We both slept in, so our getaway this time was rushed and I am trying to write from the road, catching up on both blogs and sorting through photographs, with a wi-fi that keeps kicking me out.  So bear with me.

We are driving through Oregon today, and like Washington State, I am impressed by its beauty.  I pen this quick poem, trying to capture what I see:

Highway 82, Headed East

Horses graze lazily
in the Oregon sun
beside the Umatilla River
whose waters flow
in a merry dance
over rocky bottom.

Trees don their full green
and mustard yellow fields
add contrast to the landscape
as oversized rigs barrel by
and machines irrigate
new growth – promise
of a hearty crop.

A haze lingers over
distant hills, the sky
a blue canvas upon which
wisps of cloud hover
sleepily – industry
abutting pastoral charm.