When writing class gets boring . . .

we the writers get creative. Below you will find a conglomerate poem, written by Teresa, Christa, and myself (a.k.a. "Terry Christalson"). It's a bit of a spoof on the Camas submissions--Camas is the literary journal put out by the EVST department, the editorial board of which we are all members. Enjoy!

The Nature of the West: A (really, really) Profoundly Meaningful Poem

O Camas!
The quiet waiting-ness of your
sweet root in rich Western soil
The quivering shoot that culminates
in your crowning glory, sapphire flower
You put forth your Rooty sustenance
to keep flesh rosy on our bodies
A gentle whitetail doe,
quick, wild, free!
Steps among your shiny
profusion of azure blooms
You caress her legs, moving softly
As the prairie wind strokes your face
Breath soft with prairie spring
A Hawk soars, floating overhead
through blue sky that echoes your glory
He soars, then dives, and
Death blooms at your stems.
Your cool blue beauty is undisturbed.
The Death-Hawk
carries his prey over the
mountains with a cry
of Triumph.
The wind whispers through your leaves:
sssshhhhsssshhhh!
A tacit understanding
to hide the bloody kill
your flowers shield
one of your many silent secrets.
As summer glides, slow, into fall,
the whisper turns to the
rattle & rustle
of drying leaves
Blue bleaches into golden autumn
Then, the pure white shroud
of the Winter’s snow
is thrown upon the land.
Beneath it, your roots wait,
and with them, their Secrets.
Swelling through the long cold season
until the warm Spring’s wind
calls you forth
bursting with new life
to feed our rosy flesh again.
You are the Nature of the West!
O Camas!

The End.