Who Am I
Who am I?
I live amongst the clouds; converging all around the clock. My bottom is so very far away from my tippy-tippy-top.
I live among my range, yet stand out from all above.
Ice and rock make my formations; be sure to pack an extra glove.
Black Hills to the east are less northerly than I.
Millions of people live to my west; too congested for my other side.
To my east is a sign blinking; traction tires are advised.
Once beyond our pass a famous gorge may greet many with...with an open mind.
My attributes are many such as height, width, front to back and side to side.
Not a site for sore eyes at all; rather an award wining picture, worth a noble, peaceful prize.
Sunny days are far and few, between overcasting skies or as crystal clear as sky is blue.
I know it's getting warmer; each year I'm getting closer to my big eruptions' cue.
Without further praises due; say cheese... It's now my turn to photograph each and everyone who maybe even snap an extra few of me and you; to commemorate our journey—for why?
For why I haven't got a clue.
See you later alligators. I sense it's time to thank you very much for your attention. But the time has come to watch the rain.
"Check please!" I need to put on my waders!
I bet by now you are pretty close to guessing who I really am...?
Cascades of melting water form rivers on my sides.
My name is Mt. Rainer—nice to meet you and much obliged.
12/13/2016
Copyright © Ironic Zink | Year Posted 2016
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