I came from a place of deciduous trees
And 100% humidity
When I landed at SeaTac in June
It was too cold for my short sleeves
Even though the sun shone high
In blue skies over Mount Rainer
Casting long shadows from the evergreens
Of emerald city
Queen City
Jet city
It was no Charm City
But it had its own charms
It charmed me from the East Coast
With West Coast vibes
Giving up the Chesapeake bay
For the Puget sound
Rolling Appalachian blue ridges
For the snow peaked Cascades
No one is from Seattle
Who hasn’t been driven from it
And I’ll take my place
Among those who don’t belong
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