This rocky land
This forlorn place
This world in
Shrouded grey
This forlorn place
This world in
Shrouded grey
Beyond the straight
A farther shore
Receding
In the mist
There trees and rivers
Have I spied
And voices
Have I heard
Singing songs
In merry tones
Round bonfires in
The night
Could I but swim
Or had a boat
I’d make my way
Across
And try my voice
At sing-a-long
A member of
The crowd
But here I stand
Along the edge
Keeping me
From that
Jingling in
My pocket
Enough to ride
The ferry
A state park
Somewhere in…
Oregon, United States of America
Somewhere in…
Oregon, United States of America
Taken during travels, 2009
For Edge, the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge.