She said to us
I need a nudge
Without a push
I just won’t budge
Call it a block
To write my words
More like a rock
Perch for some birds
Toss me a theme
Float me a boat
If it’s a dream
I’ll help it float
Pen to a page
Fingers on keys
It’s just a stage
Leaves off of trees
Look in my eyes
Knock on my door
I’m here! Ever wise…
Up off the floor!
~ Bill Kirlin-Hackett, PAB (Program Advisory Board)
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Born in Iowa, I now live in Seattle. My parents met in South Dakota. During the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl many families left. My great uncle made his way west in 1939 with some of his hometown friends. Their destination was Anacortes, Washington, where they'd landed jobs building a log mill. My great uncle continued to Seattle, for a time living in the Greenlake neighborhood with a family from that same hometown.
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Absolutely beautiful
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