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Friday, April 17th, 2009

Poetic Calming

by Cirsten
Oregon City OR
Before my little sister passed the only thing I could write was fiction. Now after having to figure out how to deal with overwhelming emotions, I can write some amazing poetry.
When I started writing my stories, my mom hid her poetry from me. She didn’t want to influence my writing style. But [...]



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Wednesday, April 15th, 2009

Rain-Fed

by Barbara Houghton
Hillsboro, OR
Oneota’s cooling creekside
Bridalveil’s icy thunder
Multnomah Falls cascading clear
Rain washed wonder
Misty clouds white-shroud the cliffs
Raindrops glitter ferns
Mushrooms shod in dank fir bark
Devil’s Punchbowl churns
Columbia River pushing west
Gorge-slicing power
Bonneville’s turbines spinning out
Kilowatt-hours
Not for us a dusty desert
Hot sandstone painted red
Our Northwest summers, cool and green
Are winter rainstorm fed.



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Friday, February 20th, 2009

I am Green

by Warren Hartung
Happy Valley, OR
I am green,
I was born so
Within the womb of Oregon,
Not so special, really
But unique enough
To know my heritage
My Oregon is a part of me…
Yes, I have traveled,
And lived in other places
But never was at home
Until I found my way
Back down the throat
Of this vast and lush river gorge
And felt her closing [...]



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Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

Across the Four Corners

by Andrew Wright
Portland, OR
Climbing the mighty ruins of the Peter Iredale.
Sitting with friends on the slopes of bramble-crowned dunes,
Looking out at huge waves striking rocks far below.
Picking blackberries to put in wire-handled coffee cans.
Fishing, never catching a thing, in the Umpqua
River while cousins skip rocks to scare them over to the bate.
Swimming, always freezing, in [...]



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Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

Birthday Gold and Blue (Poem)

by John A Kuppenbender
Mt. Angel, OR
February 14, 2009
Oregon, My Oregon
Explore again, to see
My one-time Land of Heroes.
Show me the Trail, the rutted road
That led to Eden’s Gate.
Where movers moved their desperate lives
And drivers drove their homestead wives
On and on to Oregon.
Oregon, [...]



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Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009

When I Think About Oregon

by Jessica Abney
Newport, OR
When I think about Oregon,
I think about my amazing friends.
When I think about my amazing friends,
I think about love.
When I think about love,
I think about breath-taking kisses.
When I think about breath-taking kisses,
I think about the rain.
When I think about the rain,
I think about no umbrellas.
When I think about no umbrellas,
I think about [...]



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Monday, February 2nd, 2009

Poem- My face, and all that set behind

by Chauncey Wheeler-Scott
Portland, OR
These trees are set into my veins
Roots beneath my scull and the soles of my feet
This rain is set against my face
And while you may call me white
I call myself a Portlander
So please dear, get it right
High up in the cemetery
All my ancestors lie
Eight generations which we may sit with
And pass the [...]



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Thursday, January 29th, 2009

Sanctuary

by Melissa Brown
Oregon City, OR
I escape from their clutches and go to the place only I know.
On my way there, the sun smothers me like a blanket.
As soon as I enter the shadows, I feel the relief I had been praying for.
I thank God for the cover provided to me.
I look up through the towering [...]



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Thursday, January 29th, 2009

Running

by Emily Ferguson
Oregon City, OR
It’s air so thick, as thick as my thoughts; the summer air so heavily rests upon my shoulders. Hitting the steamy pavement to the beat of my music. A movement so repetitious, so organic, I don’t have to think about it. I cry out to the summer air, as it cries [...]



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Thursday, January 29th, 2009

Oregon’s summer

by Argenis
Oregon City, OR
As the sun rises to the east, can’t help but to feel re-freshed
The morning rays hit my face, to a beautiful Oregon day
Out the window, and into my sight
I hear the birds chirping left and right
By and by as time flies, you begin to see great things
You feel the soft wind from [...]



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Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

One

by KatSue Grant
Roseburg, OR
Stand here I, of the valley’s mountainy reaches, living
beneath these Douglas fir groves piercing the cloudbanks
seeded, nurtured when such as I knew not
beside native bushes hawthorne and lilac
sharing shade of ever-needled white pine
roots tickled by columbine fairyhorns
long-tailed ginger, the orchid fairy slipper
[...]