Observations

Passing Sensations

By Rebekah Perkins

I stuck my hand out the window

And felt the sensation of the winds flow

It rushed through my hand faster then fluid

And a happiness settled in as it did

The sun danced in between the trees softly

And the few clouds in the sky looked down so loftily

They seemed to judge as the scenery flew by

Maybe they have a right, for their throne is the sky!

As we went through the hills we passed little farms

And the cold wind created goosebumps on my arms

We rounded a corner and headed down a the hill

And we passed a yellow house, with a bird on the window sill

Off in the distance I saw dark majestic clouds

And little raindrops coming down in crowds

With sunlight here, and sparkling rain over there

A beautiful rainbow formed in the air

We drove past green fields half shadow, half sunshine

The wind disturbing the blades of grass so fine

We headed strait for the showers of rain ahead

And my face hid a smile, no words had to be said

We drove into the wall of rain with a blast

The drops stung as they hit my hand we were traveling so fast

The drops rolled down my fingers and gathered together

And then blew away, they felt no heavier then a feather

So on we went in this comfortable style

The rain lightening up after a while

The billowing clouds only allowed a few shy peeks from the sun

But in Oregon, the sun has always been a shy one

Arriving in the capitol, it's nickname Cherry City

Though maybe not beautiful, city has it's own kind of pretty

With tall buildings reflecting the suns rays

And fog creating a mysterious kind of haze

A gust of wind blew petals off the trees

And they floated away, caught in the early spring breeze

Up the last hill we headed, this ride was almost out of time

I tilted my head, and could hear the sweet tinkling of a wind chime

I thanked God with a deep contented sigh

And two last things caught my searching eye

A bright yellow patch of flowers in our front lawn

And a calico cat letting out a big yawn.