Hola, Néih hóu, Bula, Bonjour, Aloha, Konnichi wa, Mogethin, Kia Ora, Hi

-Hola, Néih hóu, Bula, Bonjour, Aloha, Konnichi wa, Mogethin, Kia Ora, Hi-
No matter what your language, cadence, or creed, I'm glad you're here =)

"She's tired of flat lands and cornfields, Seashells traced in snow. She wants more bugs on her windshield, She don't want to go alone...She talks about her waterfall fountain, And her house out on the bay. She's in love with broken glass mountains, Fireplace cafes."

Translation, please!

Friday, May 3, 2013



Rainy days and clear nights, but cold all the way through
The clouds and sun always fight, for who has the better view
Spring has sprung in the Great Northwest, and it is prettier than most
All of nature dressed in its best, as if to make Winter a ghost.

Blue as eyes and oceans deep and wider than the plains
Puffs of white drift lazily, over swaying fields of grain.
Summer skies fly far too fast, warming us with bright sun
We must learn to make them last, before the warm days are done

Then Fall arrives cold and bright, shining ever more
Clouds turn more grey than white, warning us of storms
Leaves change colors, yellow, orange, red, and brown
And then slowly join the others, to lay upon the ground

Cozy on the inside and dark on the out, as Christmas time draws near
To remind us what the season is about, Harold Angels bring cheer
Grey and cold and wet and dark, it seems it will never end
But then sun peaks through like a spark, Spring is around the bend.

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