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Joaquin Miller

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Redwoods and creeks at Joaquin Miller Park, Oakland

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It is November 1st, which means Noshavember has started! Here is a picture of poet Joaquin Miller taken by well-known photographer Major Lee Moorhouse to inspire you to let your hair grow. (PG 7-03-01) 

For more information on No Shave November check out their website: https://no-shave.org/

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Crossing the Plains

“ What great yoked brutes with briskets low,—

With wrinkled necks like buffalo,—

With round, brown, liquid pleading eyes,—

That turned so slow and sad to you,—

That shone like love’s eyes soft with tears,—

That seemed to plead and make replies,—

The while they bowed their necks and drew—

The creaking load—and looked at you.—

Their sable briskets swept the ground;—

Their cloven feet kept solemn sound

Two sullen bullocks led the line,—

Their great eyes shining bright like wine;—

Two sullen captive kings were they,—

That had in time held herds at bay,—

And even now they crushed the sod—

With stolid sense of majesty,—

And stately stepped and stately trod,—

As if ‘twere something still to be—

Kings even in captivity. “

- Joaquin Miller

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By the Pacific Ocean - Joaquin Miller

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Joaquin Miller

The journalist, poet, naturalist, international traveler, Joaquin Miller spent some years in Oregon where he grew to be a lawyer and then a county judge before he went off to travel the world and write romanticized and sensationalized, or fantastic even,

In researching my current WIP I’ve come across a name associated with Oregon which rather surprised me. Years ago, way back in junior high (middle school in contemporary language), I found my first writing niche in poetry. More often than not, it was an endeavor in word wrestling – an obsession with counting, rhyming, and syllable stresses that kept me busy for hours at a time. During these years…

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