Seattle

Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Seattle Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: August/2006 Heaven is at    the end  of a rainbow    In a place  called Seattle -       "The Emerald City," as it's crowned,    on the edge  of the    Puget Sound -     This is heaven, shrouded in mist     against  tall buildings,     and   ships     that moors  upon the Sound -      Yes, It rain's       and rain's,       and rain's -      And some proclaim      that the rain never stops -      Yet, when it does      a thousand colors cascade's      the dreary sky - This must be       a place where angels fly,       at the end of rainbows       in a place called Seattle -       This is truly a water town,        all dressed up in rain slickers        rain boots and        umbrellas A jewel        tucked away on the Great        Pacific North West Coast - Where the sun         Is not necessary It's going to         Rain -