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A t ass r o d s green w ith age
Sunset
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S > lu |[ e d O » k i « n
Here, the road snakes
W here giant boulders a ashed
breast of uujfed chicken. baited and
tapped with orange cream sauce
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Tender steak, ground and cooked to perfection.
Served with mushroom Madiera sauce
In the sweet smell of myrtlewood
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Dive for baby salmon,
And w iki geese
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Fresh Oregon sole steamed and topped with
bay shrimp A lobster Hollandaise sauce
$10 25
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C elebrating SfA ir a r m Cannon beach
W ith a loud passion
That eats the morning sky
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Suite 5«0
Portland. O R 97204
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F A X (50 5) 226-K965
May 2, 1994
A plane left a contrail like g ra fiitti
on what was a M axfield P a rris h sunset
and all around behind me sit rows of empty houses
And I wonder why I came here,
was It because of the sunsets,
and do I plan to die here amoung the empty houses7
At the end of the landmass
w ith beauty a ll around me in this town of empty houses
I wonder whet you re doing
do you feel me miss you
as I t r y to fall asleep In one of the empty houses
A C C O M M O D A T IO N S C A N N O N B E A C H
How v a in it is lo s ii d ow n to w r ite w h e n you h a v e
n o t stood up to liv e
American Indian
Association of Portland
1827 NE 44th Suite 226
Oo The Will« Stull'
Portland, OR 97213
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On th e Speech of T re e3
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By Elizabeth Bolton
On this blazing august day. the logging truck
Towers beside my c a r . loaded w ith logs
On the cut ends of tre e s , the beads of sap
Like sweet on an anxious b ro w , sparkle in the sunlight
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Trees speak among themselves th e ir fears and pein
The odors of their emotions w arn other trees
Then do these corpses shriek of the means of their deaths
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To every forest that this truck must pass9
And was it an aocident when the tree we cut
Spun on its stump in the windless c a lm , and leaped
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To crush the foot of my son before It f e ll9
men
T he Old Ones wou Id have told us what to do
< h i 5 i t h I ’v b r i n A P
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There must be prayer s and ritu a l
N O R T H
C O A S T
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arch itec tu ral ceramics
commissions
murals
y h i av j
Should have had our reverent apology
C O N S T R U C T IO N
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m E A T'NG
For cutting 3hort its life to cane our own
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SANA A B B H E A
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T h etree
Should have been told of our need for f ir e wood,
for
All
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That night after dark I spoke to the fallen trae
t don't know ,f it helped
The foot heeled w ell
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