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About Cloverdale courier. (Cloverdale, Tillamook County, Or.) 190?-19?? | View Entire Issue (April 13, 1916)
K l f l W A N D f t B y L,. M . K B f\ N B R Dreaming am I of the joys of youth, Resting my head on an easy chair; All other pleasures I yield, forsooth, For the pleasures of an outing there. Where over the Great Pacific flow Her waves own charming music: and hear Nature trip a light fantastic toe With the laughter of childhood lingering near. Their ways so innocent nature-wild, Their faces beam with joy and roses, Their mimic acts so dream-beguiled Like monkeys in their cups and poses; W ho hold with Nature a close communion Nay, he could not harshly treat them But join them—be one of their “ Union”— Stand up bravely and try to beat them! As on this historic spot they stand Great vistas, wide and glorious, see; Cape Lookout, an extended point of land, Thrust like a dagger into the sea A mile or more, and still covered all, Each great mountain side and rugged cliff, With an opulence of timber tall, Ages beat by gale and sea-wind stiff. There at, on the heaped and drifted sand, ‘Neath the open shade of towering spruce, Where light boats of the Big Nestucca land Extemporized for an early outing’s use, Many a groaning table has fed Merry bands of jolly old and young, Whilst the hours of feasting quickly sped Brevited by songs the wild birds sung. Quit they then the sand, these old-young youth, Snatching each others hats and stockings off, Aud rolling breakers wade—tell the truth— T oo deep for a common water trough; Then, perchance amidst the cruel rocks, Where great foaming billows rise and fall, For soup they seek the burrowing Piddocks And mollusks upon the ocean wall. When the rains fall in torrent sheets, Behind this towering precipice Great ships shelter, and the water beats Their burly hulks in protected bliss; And I trow’ they see, w hen rose these hills, It wras part of God’s eternal plan That this giant rock its mission fills Ever for the benefit of man. With comic grimace and happy jest Gayly feast the dapper little throng, While curling smoke from the faggots press’t, Ascend skiward-penciled all along The top of the timber-studded cove; And gently brewed the redolent tea, As the wind, the sand, and the cloudlets drove, Their mystic shadow spread o’er the lea. Or mayhap, an angler’s notion take, And with ample line and limber pole, Cast away into the breakers wake For cod, or smelt, or angulate sole; Or hunters gun to their shoulder place And land black seaduck or sportive seal, Quarry they may proudly take to grace Their belts, with bait, basket pole and reel. ‘ Neath their feet are damp and sullen caves Eroded much with the “ Tooth of age”, Whose spectral walls the sea water laves, That serve for the mussel and clam a cage; And doth their dark labyrinths hold A mighty strange and mystic his’try Of silent life and tales untold, Hidden in a rock-bound mystery. And in a quiet, sober interim A well-drilled orchestra plays a tune From a tiny launch, (the waves to skim!), Swayed by the wind like the leaves of June; While, perchance, athwart her bow or stern, The gay launch a mermaid nymph may bear Who, into the water, may coyly yearn To plunge and bathe in it’s liquid rare. With industry each bunker fills And fast driven by the rising tide, Ascends the rock-bound, sand-topped hills; (Not for another slippery slide) But for a sea-scape, ocean view, Set like a jewel by “ Haystack Rock”, O ’er which the Gull, a gay sea-bird, flew In many a winged and wearied flock. Yon whale, leviathian of the deep, Plunging through the ocean’s seething foam Does ungainly time and motion keep, (As he sportly does the billows roam) With ships laden with a nations trade, And freighted with many human souls P'rom divers countries, of varied grade, And seeking all many varied goals. All feasting, now, and bathing over, They, a small caravan, to seaward hie; Each a burly, stalking sand-plain rover, From the inland bosky regions nigh, Seeking health and cheer, joy and pleasure, At the Pacifies’ inviting shore; And cherished mcm’ries, all may treasure, As numbers great have done before. Before they stroll in their rambles far, Where stormy billows dash o’er the Cape, They soon in a tuft of timber are, Of greatly tangled and wooly shape; Under twisted boughs of scrubby pine Squat and grope their way, and squat again ‘ Neath sequestered bower, so fine, Indian youth had named it “ Lovers Lane”. Look again, sercnly face about! Above the dark sky-line in the West, See the curling smoke there rolling out, As onward the Navy's vessel pressed? Plowing the waves of the mighty deep, Policing a vulnurable coast, As it does a nations vigils keep, Manned by a trained and gallant host. “ Sh, My child! We will not chide thee now, For then our song w ould seem all too hard, ‘Tis thy lover sits beside that bough, And her arms shall be your Angel guard; As green canopies above thee rise, And their piney twigs obscure the world. May Dame Gossip’s tongue be ever wise; No dire shafts of envy at thee hurled; The flag of the Union waving there, High above the tall and strutted mast, May we triumphs of her honor share In all the future as in the past! “ Old Glory” seen from Ki’wanda’s slopes Thrills them great with an inspiring sight, Gaurdian of their homes and hopes, Peerless in justice and human right! Yon dunes the salty trade winds sweep, As when the primeavcl forest stood, And the Redman did his vigils keep ‘ Neath the shadow of the coney w'ood; He then the name “ Kiwanda” gave To the canny cape whose crumbling walls Arc symbolic of his fathers brave, Whose passing spirit this verse recalls. But, rather, with an equal splendor, May die evening’s sun rays sweetly fall, With a touch impartially tender, On thy youthful ways—once wavs of all; As dusky youth here wooed his maiden, In many, short, fleeting, years of yore, Let thy fair lips, with nectar laden, Repeat what God had blessed before” . They, in their hearts, revere thee ever, Though huge sea craft thou onward bear, And from their sights your folds may sever, But from their souls can thee never tear. "Farewell, just now, great ship! Onward plod, Thou, the bulwark of a nation’s plan: We adore here all the works of God And marvel much at the works of man. Sand dunes, now barren as his life Of earthly progress or storied wealth: Yet, vigilant in his wildling strife, He sought the game by strategy and stealth O ’er self-same hills and boistrous Deep From which “ Pale Face” may seek his food; In sweet security work and sleep, Advancing the world and all its good. And now they pass this hallowed cove, Which many a lover’s tongue has blessed, T o other scenes which they dearly love, In humble truth, with all the rest; And high on the cliffs of crumbling rock, Above the ocean’s silvery spray, They gather in varied garb and frock In gladsome greeting to passing day. Farewell, great ship! Farewell Ki’wanda, trim! We now return where the boats await, Where the wooded hills loom large and dim”. As they, in halt and slackened gait, Let their contrite hearts go out to Him In promiscous song, and sacred praise, Free as flitting bird on yonder limb With a heart as buoyant as its ways. This self-same rock, beat by the restless tide, Though of cold, inert, and common stone, Has oft been heralded nations wide As a photographer’s trancient throne; F’ or high on its broken surface sat, Thrilled by Nature’s marvels round about, Many a quaint and motley crowd, that Come from the maps that mark the nation’s out. As the popping launch, now homeward bound Beneath woodland banks, where gay festoons T o the willows,cling their tendrils round, Ami the nesting field-bird drowisly croons A requiem song—an evening lay— Mirrored in the rivers’ waters deep, Hills hre hid by mists of closing day. Their launch doth homeward in silence creep! Prancing up and down the sandy spit, Thrilled by the breakers’ foam and noise Hugely enjoying the all of it, Gay bevy of girls and boys; % As receding tides doth kiss the sea, And the shifting sands may yield a shell, Raptous hearts doth throb with glee As only childhood’s hearts can beat and swell. Ah! Those “ Pale-face children listless arc Of what his’trics volumns sagely tell; Innoccnsc and mirth, (All else they bar.), Romping, skipping bouyont as a belle! Rolling, tumbling, down the hill they go, ^ Sliding slipping with the moving sand, A grand toboggan without the snow ! What a joyous, happy, youthful band! Ah Ha! 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