I long to feel the rain again
I long to smell the trees
I long to feel my heart and hair
Ruffled by the breeze
I long to walk a mossy trail
Along a peat brown stream
To watch the humpback’s rolling play
along the warm jet stream
I long to be back in the Hoh
Quinault still calls to me
The wild Pacific Northwest woods
Are where I long to be!
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