Pacific Northwestern

She packed up her car
Drove straight to the Pacific Northwest
Where she unpacked her car
Time to build herself a new nest
     So she hummed...
Not long to unpack her trunk
But she felt her bones needed rest
Not far to the bar to get drunk
Time to find herself some new friends
     So she danced...

     (The flames of her fire reached for the sky,
maybe higher, while the people they gathered 'round her.
The Earth moved without sound
where her feet met the ground, & the people,
they danced 'round with her.

You found her note in the plain envelope,
"Left for a life in the Pacific Northwest..." All she could wrote,
well it was less than you hoped
to read: "Don't call me and please
don't contest.")

She awoke the next morn'

Heart fully blossoming out of her chest

Feeling refreshed & reborn

Even her voice was sounding its best

     So she sang...

She grew gray & old

Lived free & unabashed with one last request

That when her story was told

It be spoke & addressed with the utmost respect
For the great open land of the Pacific Northwest

     So she breathed...

(The flames of her fire reached for the sky,
maybe higher, while the people they gathered 'round her.
The Earth moved without sound
where her feet met the ground, & the people,
they danced 'round with her.

So they breathed...

The flames of her fire reached for the sky,
maybe higher, while the people they gathered 'round her.
The Earth moved with great sound
when their feet met the ground, The People,
dancing ash into dirt.)

 c.marie