On a Ridge in Canyon I Watch the Mist
On a ridge in Canyon,
I watch the mist,
rise up along the redwoods
across the valley,
in heavy rains.
Thunder! Is this the first time ever
that I've heard this in California?
A rumble. The mists continue,
between those little valleys
in the redwood forest,
and, in the opposite direction,
in another little valley,
~ "'Indian valley,'
it used to be called,"
the shipwright said ~
the vistas go on and on,
so long.
Oh, the beautiful,
open, green hills
to the east!
*
...
(http://scott-macleod.blogspot.com/2009/03/mons-on-ridge-in-valley-i-watch-mist.html - March 3, 2009)
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