Five Senses of Crater Lake
I cross the border along a pine-kissed road Oregon, it reads, that much beloved sign Unassuming, stickers of every kind Signs of those who on this way bestowed…
I cross the border along a pine-kissed road Oregon, it reads, that much beloved sign Unassuming, stickers of every kind Signs of those who on this way bestowed…
Words of a redwood tree float through my ears They are not the letters we know, speak or write They do not know sadness, happiness, or fears No,…
There truly are no words to sum up the wonders of Yosemite National Park, but perhaps a poem can begin to express what is captured in the latest…