Open Poetry #33 |
Mount Saint Helens |
Abe Senior Member
since 2003-05-28
Posts 694Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end! |
MOUNT SAINT HELENS Snow capped peaks and ridges Almost two miles high A lovely sight She was Reaching toward the sky. A lake held to Her breast Its waters cold and clear Its name, from Indian lore That was conceived in fear. They felt the whole region Had belonged to the dead They wouldn't go near it They believed what was said. Spirit Lake was a gem That sparkled in the light But Her brilliance is gone Now, just a desolate site. The mountain had been quiet A hundred years, two score. And then in May of '80 She came to life once more. More than five hundred bombs Of the atomic size -- The energy She spent As She took to the skies. Up sixty thousand feet She threw Her ash and dust And made those who saw it Cry out --"In God we trust!" Two hundred miles away They heard Her blow Her top And those that lived near Her Thought that She'd never stop. Parts of Her were carried By winds, clear 'round the earth And land for miles around Had lost all of its worth. She vented Her anger But don't think that She's done And those with any sense Would turn away and run. For Old Mother Nature Can be so soft and sweet But if She wants to fight You know She can't be beat. It's just one more warning One more that we won't heed So we'll pay the price And refuse to concede. Del "Abe" Jones |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Smiling here, as I sit less than 75 miles from that Mt. today. And she is jumping a bit, making noises, maybe getting ready to hiss and remind all of us we humans are NOT in charge of nature. for the webcam shots of Mt Saint Helens http://www.fs.fed.us/gpnf/volcanocams/msh/ |
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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio |
I listened to the National Geographic last night and it was on Yellowstone and how she is a rumbling about. Telling of her power if she should explode.Scary. BonBon |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I remember placing envelopes on the front porch to catch the ash. Being sent home from school the day she erupted. The ever darkening sky. Wearing surgical masks due to the dust. And even today all the trinkets made with Mt. St. Helen Ash. Enjoyed this- Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Abe, I liked your poem a lot. With great skill you conveyed lots of information and left me thinking... Enjoyed. miscellanea |
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