Mount Saint Helens Snow capped peaks and ridges Almost two miles high A lovely sight She

was Reaching toward the sky. A lake held to Her breast Its waters cold and clear Its name, from Indian lore That was conceived in fear. They felt the whole region Had belonged to the dead They wouldn't go near it They believed what was said. Spirit Lake was a gem That sparkled in the light But Her brilliance is gone Now, just a desolate site. The mountain had been quiet A hundred years, two score. And then in May of '80 She came to life once more. More than five hundred bombs Of the atomic size -The energy She spent As She took to the skies. Up sixty thousand feet She threw Her ash and dust And made those who saw it Cry out --"In God we trust!" Two hundred miles away They heard Her blow Her top And those that lived near Her Thought that She'd never stop. Parts of Her were carried By winds, clear 'round the earth And land for miles around Has lost all of its worth. She vented Her anger

But don't think that She's done And those with any sense Would turn away and run. For Old Mother Nature Can be so soft and sweet But if She wants to fight You know She can't be beat. It's just one more warning One more that we won't heed So we'll pay the price And refuse to concede. Del Abe Jones 6-1980