50 States of Generosity: Washington
We’re continuing a new series at Tweetspeak — 50 States of Generosity. We’ll be highlighting the 50 states of America and giving people beautiful ways to understand and be generous with one another by noticing the unique and poetic things each state brings to the country. A more generous people in the States can become a more generous people in the world. We continue with Louisiana.
Washington (capital Olympia)—state waterfall: Palouse Falls
I get to live in the gorgeous Evergreen State—Washington! There’s an array of stunning views here. If you look at photos of Mt. Ranier National Park, you might think you’re looking at footage from The Sound of Music.
And then, over in Eastern Washington (we’re divided by the Cascade Mountain Range) you’ll find a completely different climate, and terrain. (Oh my goodness—if you want to give yourself a heavenly treat, check out images of the Palouse—breathtaking green rolling hills. This is where I imagine myself when I write.)
With that recommendation, I had to look up the Palouse region of Washington. Turns out I’ve been very near there — three times, the last time in 2014. Coincidentally, that is the year the students of Washtucna Elementary School decided the state needed an official waterfall, and the state chose the one which just happens to be located in the Palouse region.
Here’s a quote from the Palouse Falls State Park website that intrigued me: “All Washingtonians, visitors to the region and Ice Age floods fans should see Palouse Falls State Park at least once in their lifetime.”
Ice Age flood fans? It takes all types to appreciate the great state of Washington, with its volcanoes, islands, majestic peaks, wine county, green rolling hills, and waterfalls. I have not seen Palouse Falls. But I am a literal card-carrying member of my own state’s park system, so I’m always on the lookout for state-sanctioned natural beauty. For the photos, sure, but also for the poetic potential.
Robert Southey has a fun poem about a waterfall titled The Cataract of Lodore, with its water “and so never ending, but always descending.” It seems waterfalls beg for artistic representation, for a place we can imagine ourselves as we write. The Washington state park website proclaims, “Palouse Falls is an artist’s dream, and many a painter or shutterbug has set up an easel or camera and tripod to capture the falls in the changing light.”
One of my favorite parenting memories is when my son told me he had never seen a waterfall. I knew just the hike we needed to take in order to see not one, but three of them. That was in Colorado. (Forgive me, Bethany, for writing about a different waterfall. It’s the only one I have.)
“I’ve never seen a waterfall,” you said,
so I took you to Ouzel Falls.
(forgot about Calypso Cascades
on the drive there)
“Look!” you shouted.
“That’s a freebie,” I said.
You wanted to stop before we got started.
“No,” I said, “It gets better.”
We heard the falls before we reached them,
broke the rules and fed a chipmunk.
You asked, “What’s an ouzel?”
“I think it’s a bird,” I said
in my wisest mom voice,
then forgot all about ouzels
issued into my life,
And not until
I wrote this poem
and looked up
did I realize Jamie’s bird
its song still
Poetry Prompt: Washington Generosities
Use any of the things you learned about Washington (research more, if you want!), and put one or more of them into a poem. If you like, weave in a little generosity. Share in the comments. And if you have a waterfall you have made your own, write about it.
More About Washington: Poets & Writers + Landmarks
Kelli Russell Agodon, poet
Scott Cairns, poet
Tess Gallagher, poet (this month’s By Heart challenge features her poem “Choices”)
Frank Herbert, sci-fi author of Dune
Mt. Ranier (a 14-er!), national park
Mt. St. Helens (a volcano), state park
Annie Proulx, author
Maria Semple, author
video by Dave The World Travel Guy
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