Some mornings I drive to the | |
university with Dwight | |
Our route leads to the Arboretum | |
Oh, one Seattle superb of ours | |
The Arboretum's 250 acres are | |
artfully planted with shrubs | |
from all over the world | |
and in Spring | |
lawns are splashed with | |
flowering cherries | |
blooms upon millions | |
through the city lies | |
as far north is Saint John's | |
oh what of Saint John's? | |
what of Saint John's? |