IN REMEMBERANCE
OF
MARY JANE WEAVER
June 23, 1941 - July 9, 2003
MT.
ST. HELENS
It stood there so
majestic
as the world moved slowly by,
a work of art by God you see
so
perfect to the eye.
It's snow capped peak, it's lakes and trees;
a
treat to all mankind,
to fish and swim and boat and camp;
whatever was
inclined.
A place of joy for us to share,
a sense of peace did linger
there...
Then, with such strength and wonderment
it's top was hurled
into the sky,
while man did race down off it's face
and some did surely
die.
It stacked the trees in rows so neat
and emptied Crystal
Lake.
Then quietly did blanket,
everything its breath to take.
With
darkness then upon us
in the middle of the day,
it served as a
reminder
as we go now on our way.
Remembering that day
May 18th, 1980
Written March 1992
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