Readings from an Oregon Beach by Kristina Woodhill Yesterday we four raced to Newport's beach, Slowed down just a tick By steep cliff, By thigh thick Shore Pine roots Holding back the earth's rush To bask and then dissolve in peace; Across the calm scruffy grass patch Between cliff and minor dune, We challenged on - then, Stopped still - by blossoms Serene beside the pummeled path, Strawberry white faces bravely open, Slim pink arms stretching for purchase, Young hands fingering through pages, Teasing apart grains of ancient stories, Brought here book by rocky book. 04/19/2010 Posted on 04/19/2010 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Ken Harnisch on 04/20/10 at 03:59 AM I do like those last two lines...read them three, four times and still get a smile! Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 04/20/10 at 04:35 AM disgustingly colorful and oozing with imagery. i want to be there now...not in texas. oh woodie... Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 04/22/10 at 08:13 PM Gotta love the Oregon coast...this is just excellent. Thank you. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)