I'll watch to the west.
And when you see her,
bark first.
from the Sea-Tac airport,
And flies o'er the Narrows
Then turns to the north,
Is gone 'fore you know,
And way down below
Lies some unknown foreign land,
When a white cotton quilt
Blankets the earth,
And your butt's sore from sitting
Till you can't hurt anymore,
But for fourteen across,
And the rivers of ice
Point the plane the right way,
When the welcome bear is smiling,
And you're greeted at the door,
Then the dame of Muskeg Manor is home....
and I want to hear e-v-e-r-y word about your adventure!
ReplyDeleteWooHoo. Welcome back, we've missed ya....and what Beth said.
ReplyDeleteYou must be chomping at the bit to get all of your adventures on paper. I know I'm rearing back and bucking in anticipation. ( I'm still under the influence of a western I just finished reading.)
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