Washington
Washington is the state that I have made mine,
Adopting it at the age of twenty-four.
Shaking off the snow and cold from other climes,
Home for me is Washington forevermore.
I'm enchanted by her many vales and hills,
Not to mention all her fields of lovely flowers.
Grasses, trees ,bushes and shrubs are evergreen
Treated as they often are with heavy showers.
Oh, she has such a raw beauty to be seen.
No rich bribe could make me want to live elsewhere.
Fresh foods from her lands, delicacies from the sea,
Washington, the most provident state there could be.
Written 3/30/14
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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