— by Jack Sundquist The wooded bluffs looked down upon the circling bay,The river poured its dark brown gift through brushy flats,The seagulls glided over or walked along the shore,Their cries echoing in the stillness.In the fall the multitudes of geese and ducks came and went,And deer within the silent woods raised their heads to hear their cries.Along the shores were myriads of clams and … Continue reading Tacoma: a poem