Snake River

After traveling along the Snake River today I was inspired by this poem.

Snake River

By Jeanne Huff

Just one look

Take one look -
There are wonders here
Sights you can’t believe.
So incredible you’d swear your eyes are
Playing tricks on you.

One look
This way, waterfalls.
Over there, mountains, ancient rocks,
They wrap around
The Snake like primordial guardians.

One look
Is all it takes to want to stay no matter what
Just to see
White-shagged mountain goats, trumpet-eared bighorn sheep.
It only takes one look to fall in love.

Read more here: http://www.idahostatesman.com/2006/11/25/61615/read-a-poem-about-the-snake-river.html#storylink=cpy

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Remembering Auntie Lila... Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

When We Come Together As Family

The poem below reminded me of how true this is when family hasn't been together for awhile. The line I love is "it pulls around us like a drawstring, that time, when we come together." As the family gathered today to pay our last respects to my Auntie Lila, I was reminded of this poem. I love this moment with my mother and her brother Bob. They were remembering stories of childhood like it was yesterday.It was like a drawstring pulling us together.

All

all he would have to say is,

remember the time I came home

with a beard and Dad didn’t know me,

and we would all laugh,

Mom would say, just by your voice,

I knew your voice, and my sister

would say, the dog kept barking, and

I would say, that was the

summer I got a camera.

it pulls around us

like a drawstring, that time,

when we come together,

awkward and older,

our frayed conversations

trying to thread some memory

of each other,

one of us will only have to say,

remember the time you came home

from the bush with your beard,

and we were all easy again

with each other,

some will say how

Mom knew his voice, someone

will remember how the dog barked, I

will remember my new camera,

and we are a family again,

young and laughing on the front porch.

-Leona Gom 

Grace

We always have so much to be thankful for. Here is Grace.

Grace

by Rafael Jesus Gonzalez


Thanks & blessings be
to the Sun & the Earth
for this bread & this wine,
this fruit, this meat, this salt,
this food;
thanks be & blessing to them
who prepare it, who serve it;
thanks & blessings to them
who share it
(& also the absent & the dead).
Thanks & Blessing to them who bring it
(may they not want),
to them who plant & tend it,
harvest & gather it
(may they not want);
thanks & blessing to them who work
& blessing to them who cannot;
may they not want - for their hunger
sours the wine & robs
the taste from the salt.
Thanks be for the sustenance & strength
for our dance & work of justice, of peace.

Fresh View: Extreme Tree Makeover

 My husband decided he was tired of the pine cones and pine needles from a few big pines behind our house. 

They also blocked the view. One by one he has taken down the trees this week. Lots of work for Everett, lots of firewood for winter, lots of work ahead splitting and clearing the trees. 

Woman Who Loves Gardening: An Original Poem

 A few years ago I was at a workshop with a writer. This poem was the result of an exercise she did. I am truly the woman who loves gardening.

Woman Who Loves Gardening

I have dirty nails

and rarely paint them, living out

my long growing season in the flower garden, trellises

giving view to clematis, climbing Peace

where aromatic flowers

grow in profusion.

I pull the weeds

in the early morning

gritting my teeth

wiping sweat from my brow

and listening

to footsteps of my husband

coming in range to help.

Sun makes my face red;

each sniff with my nose

leaves lily pollen behind.

When I rest it’s the beauty

that causes anxiety to shake loose

from a woman in need

of a quiet place to retreat.

by Christy Woolum