The Ochoco
Beyond the distant blue horizon,
Far beyond the tow' ring cascades,
Lies a land of beguiling enchantment.
As serene as a summer night on the McKenzie,
As wild as a winter storm on the Pacific;
That is the land called the Ochoco,
Where the tall pine trees caress the sky.
A land of flowing streams and meadows green,
An Eldorado where cattle and trees spell prosperity.
The vastness makes a man as minute as a grain of sand.
Who can deny this land above the plateaus?
My heart is there now, thrilling to the beauty of the Ochoco.
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10.06.2026