What A View Can Inspire
Sometimes in my wanderings I am so inspired by the beauty I see, and take pictures of, that I go home and write poetry about it. Sometimes the things which I imagine I see and the things I actually see blend into a perfect mix of fun and adventure. So here is a picture taken on the Deshutes river in Oregon at sunset. It seemed so magical, like it was pointing to a door where I could enter into a magical realm. So I just had to go there. The sun fell down, the hill was turned to gold. The wind grew silent on the mountain cold. A door appeared, within the mountainside. I turned to flee, there was no place to hide. Then like a moth, drawn to a candle's flame. I sought the door, from whence the music came. Its haunting echo drew me ever near. I stood in wonder, awe replaced my fear. For there inside the portal, what a sight. A land most wondrous, was there in the light. A ship lay moored, upon the nearby shore. I stepped within, and something closed the door! For just a moment, doubts...
