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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