A no name creek, tumbling along, unknown to most. Much like many souls, daily tumbling through life unnoticed. (I was almost poetic there wasn’t I) Not labeled on a map, etching through a dense forest only recognized far below by a culvert that runs beneath a roadway to the mighty Columbia River.
(Mark O’Connor, Deep Pass Gorge)


Please keep the poetry coming!
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I will do my best…that side of my brain is quite challenged…but I do like it in others…thanks
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