MARC'S MEMOS

7-10-10

After visiting the breathtaking waterfalls of northern Oregon, I decided to write a poem about one in particular. Multnomah Falls is about a thirty-minute drive outside of Portland. It is the second highest year-round waterfall in the United States at over 600 ft. Unlike many of the West’s famous falls, it does not dry up in the late summer. Rainwater, an underground spring and melting snow feed the falls through all four seasons. Anyway, I entered my poem in the August Poetry Contest. Here it is.

Jagged granite monoliths pierce a mottled sky
Forcing droplets to fall and join forces
With melting mounds of winter past
Trickling, meandering and gaining strength
Then racing toward its destiny
Diving headlong over the precipice
Cascading down and triumphantly crashing
To a moss-covered landing

Muffled voices strain to make contact
As a thunderous symphony continues its crescendo
Drowning out the hum of the highway
Billowing clouds of mist linger
Then settle to cool the skin
Retreating to a distance
This view, in afternoon shadows with a gentle breeze
Brings comfort and soothes the soul

UNTIL NEXT TIME, TAKE CARE! MARC