This is just a description of a beautiful little treasure in Eastern Washington State. |
Addy, The Quiet Nest A quiet nest just off the highway Where time flows by like the brown and rocky river beyond the deck Yet slips me the feeling that everything is still and non-changing Invisible waves crash with hints of smoke and virginal air Familiar yellow face plays peek-a-boo with misshapen gray and white hands The baby boy blanket, with its fuzzy blend of colors hangs over Canopying green erected soldiers remain silent The injured reduced to nothing more than a stump, as the others protect hills and pastures The metal road lay discolored, waiting for the iron horse that will scream through the town Mix-matched homes hop scotched on the street traveled Variations of green, yellow, and brown carpet the fields Shadowed by red weathered giants, standing solitary in all its expected country beauty When the sun rises and sets, nature’s playground looks the same As the outside grows and matures, Addy remains its orphaned child Left alone after being lavished with attention and promise Empty buildings house ghosts from a not so distant past Begging quietly to be seen, only few have discovered her With her once charming main street, corner market, and gas station Treasures lay hidden behind windy back roads Birds dance in the sky as a wide rainbow of animals play on the different textures of land Plush mountains that have stood the test of time, shield this valley Protecting this quiet nest just off the highway |