Poem Hunter
Pacific Northwest
CM (Aug.4,1960 / Vancouver, Canada)

Pacific Northwest

Poem By Chandler McD

The mists are almost always here.
Bad for hairspray. That gets quite

Rangers look for campers who've
Gotten lost, one, two, three, and more

The mists mute the losts' cries. shouts,
Sorrowful wails of giving up. No, they
Have not been forgotten. But,
Neither have the mists.

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You really convey the atmosphere with this writing.