Snowman spokesman at Lake Wenatchee, Washington Sagging, lumpy carrot-nose guide Sweats, sublimes, way past his prime Shows immortality is denied Explains the sites in pantomime Looking toward the West end of Lake Wenatchee Slithering cloud-snakes Thread the valleys That cradle lakes Await or’ darkened river alleys Emerald Island at Lake Wenatchee State Park The car spiraled ever higher ‘Till the sky, I imagined, I might just touch And all the hills and trees conspire To grasp the stars, and clouds and such Enchanted highlands Cold silver lakes Hide emerald islands Beneath snowflakes A chaste white veil of innocence Hides a hard-used landscape Unaware of any sinfulness Stare at virgin scenes and gape Life rains from clouds Collects in polished mirror chalices Courses down ‘neath nebulous shrouds Past granite spires like holy palaces Icicle Creek off Icicle Road Winter...
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