This Land Is My Land
On the sea breezed side of the mountains
in my share of the Land of the Free,
you will find me midst beautiful flowers
beneath a grand evergreen tree.
In winter- time it seldom freezes,
and our summers are cooled by the sea.
With soil that is richer than Midas,
it’s the life of a farmer for me.
The wonders of nature surrounding
are abundant and varied and wild.
We’re shaken now and then by an earthquake.
So far they’ve been modest and mild.
In the past our rivers have rampaged,
bringing riches from out of the sea.
We’ve tamed them with dikes and taught them
more hospitable neighbors to be.
The orcas swim up to the shoreline
and then go right back to the deep.
That I live in northwest Washington State,
is no longer my secret to keep.
By: Joyce Johnson
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