The Myth of Depoe Bay, Oregon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Depoe Bay is a quaint drinking village,

With a very big fishing problem!”,

It isn’t true for some residents,

Who swear it isn’t all of them.

 

The town is full of wildlife,

Countless whales in the bay…

Bears, cubs, Bob Cats, Coyotes

And the drunks are here to stay.

 

Hunters lurk deep in the woods,

Weapons ready to kill a deer.

There are legions of angry racoons,

Warning you, they are always near.

 

My Boxer, Conrad, loved whale watching,

Excited for each new spout he spied.

His world was the living room window,

Until the day that he died.

 

 

 

 

 

Across The Plain

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

South Dakota's Boredom was killing me,

It was also killing my college friend, Doug.

We saw the world as a ballroom,

Together we set out to cut a rug!

 

The prairie was flat, never ending,

Snow made the plains mile after mile, white.

Day after day of long-distance traveling,

Seemed we slept in the same place each night.

 

Iowa, Minnesota, so many different people,

Packed inside a crowded Trail Ways bus…

We discovered more than different places:

Every person on Earth, was just like us.

 

Our goal was NOLA, Mardi Gras,

We stopped a thousand miles short.

When asked to describe the scenery,

We had only snow and Pheasants to report.