There’s a phenomenon here in Corvallis, OR
That I call Corvallis AC
It’s a breeze that comes in from the Pacific
50 miles to the west.
It cools off the day and cools off the house and
Cools off the people in the house.
In Portlnd we had gorge winds from the Columbia gorge to the east,
But it often blew an ill-wind,
Snow and freezing ice,
As it blew below the warmer, moister sea breezes from the west,
It made freezing rain and black ice.
Transformers would explode in a vision of yellow sparks in the night,
And lights would go out.
But here in Corvallis everyone loves the evening zephyr,
Except maybe cyclist who complained to me,
On my Honda Motorscooter,
About the wind
With no one in front of them
To break the wind
And set the cadence
As we had on the first Cycle Oregon when we turned into the wind
From Mapleton to Florence on hwy 126
And made new friends and
Learned the protocol for drafting:
The leader changes, every mile, and each member of the line gets a chance
To face the wind.
Kites are abundant at the beach with strong winds for
Stunt kites that dance and swoop above the sand.
But no kites here,
Only the occasional turkey vulture
Soaring and sailing in the up drafts.
I envy them,
And I envy the woman in South Africa who
Went hang gliding with the cape vultures! Ahhhh!
So I will just enjoy the little zephyr who cools my patio
On the east side of the house.
My old neighbor sent their children to ACE school
Was the breath of God.
-small town boy