Pretty La Conner
La Conner is such a pretty small town
That has grown and has changed for many years.
One of the first settlements in the state,
It is so much more than it first appears.
Many buildings from the earlier town
Have been recorded as historic places.
Residents point them out to visitors
With unconcealed pride upon their faces.
The town is surely an artist's mecca.
You'll find them smocked and painting everywhere.
But no painting quite catches the aura
That permeates La Conner's ocean air.
It has become a yearned for destination,
Where vacationers determine to come.
Visitors fill its one shopping street in summer
And keep coming when the summer is done.
Some shops are stocked with finest of fashions,
Where every woman is eager to shop.
Fine art attracts through other big windows.
You'll find that each place is a worthwhile stop.
The town is perched upon wide hillside,
With channel of water on West Side.
North, South and East meet the big fertile fields.
Town of La Conner is contained inside.
Fine yachts and fishing boats drop their anchors
At docks located on the Channel side.
One can almost feel the town's slow rocking
At exact moments of incoming tide.
The lovely high Rainbow Bridge spans the Channel
Connecting La Conner and Swinomish
Indian Reservation across the way.
On either bank one could just stop to fish.
Written 8/25/14
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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