Mendocino Poem by Kent Werges

Stagehand fog
brings his backdrops out and in.
Now revealing, now hiding
ferns and forests,
silver rivers paved with salmon,
a faded farmhouse,
silo, barns,
pewter skies,
a campfire's haze,
Monterey pines
and mossy fences,
the sad songs of seagulls.
the sounds of toneless tympani
on the beach,
old logging roads
and timber skids,
trails to the coast,
the quiet strand of twisted wire
known as Hiway One,
water towers from the past
that will not be discarded.