Island in the mountains

      rise up above the fog. . .

Bring forth the silent beauty

      of your valley's fragrant sod.

Mix the blue of heaven

      with the golden yellow sun,

The behold, the lush green valley

      that you share with everyone.

My soul is free to wander

      where ancient spirits roam,

And comes to rest in solitude. . .

      in my COOS BAY home.

Like soft breezes

            we touch upon each other's lives

                         And dream dreams within mariposa wings. . .

                                       Rich. . .are the feelings of life!

                (c) Priscilla Wyatt