Oregon by Jojo Holman

Oregon. Between heaven and earth is this land,

This amazing state is where I will forever stand.

Past the city streets

Through the suburbs

Lined with trees

By the farms growing wheat

And over mountain majesties

Past 2 beaches salt and fresh 

Before i stopped to take a rest

I still don’t know where i’d hope to go

But i drove over 500 miles 

With my eyes on the road.

We leave the red rock spires of Utah behind.

Where the Bonneville salt flats glimmer under a relentless sun.

The engine hums a steady tune as the desert stretches thin

Past the snake river winding through Idaho’s basalt skin

Slowly, the sage gives way to the scent of pine

Crossing the border where the painted hills align

Ripples of gold and crimson, frozen in volcanic clay.

The air grows heavy with the promise of a cooler day.

The sky turns a deep, mossy green as the cascades loom

Where multnomah falls spills through the forest’s quiet room.

From the arid silence of the wasatch front.

To the Oregon Coast, where the wild waves hunt.

The journey ends where the salt air bites

A thousand miles of changing sights 

From the copper dust of the Utah floor

To the emerald edge of the pacific shore.

Gone are the canyons, the arches, the dry,

Now the green of the Oregon forest meets the eye,

Till we reach the edge where the continent stops,

And the Utah red turns to ocean drops.