Pacific Northwest Poem by Chandler McD
Pacific Northwest
The mists are almost always here.
Bad for hairspray. That gets quite
Costly.
Rangers look for campers who've
Gotten lost, one, two, three, and more
Days.
The mists mute the losts' cries. shouts,
Sorrowful wails of giving up. No, they
Have not been forgotten. But,
Neither have the mists.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
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5/4/2024 11:23:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You really convey the atmosphere with this writing.