from the window today
the depths of my own
Puget Sound
Lit and refracting a
frost-linen sun
a patchwork of valley
and bounds
A madman went wild
with rivers and streams
quick fingers
caressing the stone
a-growing in fury
with heightened suspense
the mountains that make this
my home
You're gorgeous Rainier
dressed in snow to your base
breathtaking
with sisters in tail
your face beams across
the excited foot fear
dance wild
in praise of your years
Oh Washington wild I am yours
you are mine
May I never forsake
what I know
That your trees are all ancient
the home of our souls
and your valleys forever
I'll roam
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