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Susan K. Rowse

Mt. St. Helen's

The roar of thunder underground so emotional in its warning
Came through fissures opening and red hot lava forming...
From onset...ashes, gases...the grays of choking dust
The blue sky clouded...with obscure, billows that erupt
As pressures from a mighty source...too powerful to keep
The stress of nature calling out a warning from her deep
Emotions of a tighter shelf than can be tolerated
And heat that flows to end the taut of nature...masturbated
From pressures needed to release a torrent of her juice
And generate a newer life to aid in and reproduce.
For raping sides of mountains gives earth the time she needs
Regenerate new growth for us and plant the newer seeds
For old is just a factor with animal and man
In scenic vistas reaching for a better way that's grand
So heads up folks she's crying out to get her just reward
Its time to mow this mountain...she's holding all the cards
And we are mortal looking on a wonder of this nature
When all she wants is newer growth and greener ,richer pastures.
It is her way of giving back her land by justifying
The beauty of a mountain grand...growing , never dying.