My Oregon Poem by Phil Anderson

My Oregon



Only I know, like the rivers that flow
Through the valleys and down to the sea.

From the deserts so dry, and mountains so high
The only person here, is me.

Dreamt by so many, and viewed by so few
A beauty so rarely seen.

Between heaven and earth is this land,
And this land here, is me.

My Oregon
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