A politely aloof yee-haw!

Here in the upper northwest flats,
Mud caked over clams,
Oysters shot and crab in pot,
Rivers clogged with salmon traffic jams.

Where the delta swims surf up
And laps the foothills most abrupt,
There exists this subliminal click,
An eco-mental intellectual hick,
A folksy brew for all to chew.

Its music absorbed,
Its reason adored,
Time spent relishing the eloquent,
This hick transcends the vacant hell-bent,
It tramps though dullard thicket to vent.

It swings beyond dust infested Texas,
This hick was not raised over-lugged,
Nor calmed by expenditures of excess,
Or four by four'd because we are bored,
This hick's meme is under no such drug.

Covered in moss on north face trunk,
Smelling of time honed saltwater spunk,
This hick applies the deceptive poetic,
It plays in the fog, it rolls in the bog,
Now ain't that all quite undeservedly pathetic.