Mount Saint Helens
When I was little I heard grown-ups
talk about the mountain erupting,
but it was Rainier they feared,
they didn't suspect the quiet sister
of harboring the earth's hot passion~
until that May morning when her face exploded
in a bitter blast of deep-held rage.
Remembering the eruption of Mount Saint Helens May 18, 1980. It was a terrifying beautiful awesome event.
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