Often times I think of beauty and the picturesque in terms of the old world of fairy tales, myths, and medieval romances -- of ivy covered castle walls and tapestries seen by candle-light .

But a beautiful sight that was never seen in olden times was the modern city viewed from an airplane. I wrote this after seeing my city of Portland, Oregon from the air.

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This is lovely. I've only had the pleasure of seeing Portland from its streets, but I can easily imagine how beautiful it must be from a plane.

I look forward to seeing more of your works.

Your poetry has such a refined finish to it that I feel as though you spent hours on this. For that feeling it gave me I will certainly commend you. I can't wait to see more of it all over this site!
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Caleb, with simply two stanzas, you've captured a sense of awe, beauty, and profound wonder that spans generations, centuries, and perhaps even millenia.

I'm picturing what it was like for the pioneers to cross the never-ending prairies, and then come to the rugged terrain of the west, and the impossibly imposing rocky mountains, more desert, and then the cascades and finally the well-watered lands of Oregon and Washington, seeing all these wonders... the beauty all the more precious because of the hardships they endured for their dreams.

For this delight that I am living
Was woven from their dreams.

And before that, going back in time, are the generation that founded our country, and the pilgrims who sailed here, and as you mentioned in your own comment those who lived in the middle ages, and on and on back through time, many who often wished to fly but could not, but still lived and built, driven by their dreams.

Beautiful! Thank you for writing and sharing this!