A poem

It's been a tradition of mine to put a poem up today. Don has told me before, that poetry on cycling blogs is great. I think it's great just about anywhere, but particularly where one doesn't expect it. This poem is found somewhere you wouldn't expect it. Here's the story of the Methow River Poems (some of my favorites of all time). They are all published on porcelain plaques at six locations along the Cascades Highway 20, in northern Washington state. Here are their names and locations:


- Time for Serenity, Anyone? --where the Methow River meets the Columbia (pictured above)
- From the Wild People --between the towns of Methow and Carlton
- Ask Me --north of the ranger station in Winthrop
- Is This Feeling About the West Real? --also north of the ranger station in Winthrop
- Where We Are --near the suspension footbridge, south of Mazama
- Silver Star --in front of Silver Star mountain
- A Valley Like This --at the scenic overlook in Washington's pass.

If you enjoy these poems, they are published in a book titled Even in Quiet Places

Time for Serenity, Anyone?
I like to live in the sound of water,
in the feel of the mountain air. A sharp
reminder hits me the world is still alive;
it stretches out there shivering toward its own
creation, and I'm part of it. Even my breathing
enters into this elaborate give-and-take,
this bowing to sun and moon, day or night,
winter, summer, storm, still this tranquil
chaos that seems to be going somewhere.
This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.
This motionless turmoil, this everything dance.

~© William Stafford~

Have a beautiful day.