Tuesday, 17 January 2012

A Poem for the Northwest

I love where I live.  Absolutely and totally.  I really wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world at this point in my life.  I look around me and I am surrounded by such beauty and splendor that at times I feel like the luckiest person in the world to be where I am at this moment.  

One day this little poem came to me.  

Why I love the Northwest

With mountains all blanketed asleep in the snow
They shine in the moonlight with a cold, icy glow
In the spring they wake with a rumbling grumble
And send snow sheets down, in a billowing tumble

The rivers rush water from cool glacial streams
and waken sleeping bears from deep winters dreams
Salmon fight currents all rushing and deep
The rain forest awakens from her slumbering sleep

With trees so gigantic, majestic and tall,
They line emerald rivers and provide shelter for all
From swirling damp mist the spirit bear is there
And disappears silently, a glimpse of the rare

The sound of the birds so lovely and sweet
The smell of raspberries, delectable treat
With fiddle heads, mushrooms, berries galore
wonderful treats to enjoy from the land I adore

From mountains so tall, to valleys so low
I am struck by their beauty where ever I go
With lakes, rivers, and forests we are so blessed
There's no other place I'd rather be than the Northwest! 

The mountain out right at my door.

Fiddle Heads in my back yard

A beautiful stream in the woods behind our house were we hike.

Mushrooms in the mossy forest.

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