Death lays for me a golden carpet
life leaves for me not even a tattered rag
I shop for life in the local market
but I haven’t a dime, so I’m left to beg
The Washington Cascades, a mountain range that bisects Washington State, are a passion of mine. They are also the inspiration for my poetry and prose. As such, my hope is that you will take away a small piece of the mountains, forests, rivers and various other subjects with you when you leave my small corner of the internet.
Posted by cascadepoet at 9:26 PM
Labels: begging, Life and death
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