Kings and queens
Of what is green;
They touch heaven
With prickly fingers
And stand on hell
With gnarled feet;

Mountain clothing,
They cover to the sea;
Red is their color,
Green is their hair;
Their arms are many
Oh, so high they reach;

So old they are,
Wise are they;
Their smell goes
Beyond the Rockies
And south to the desert;
They are home to me,

Heavy and rich
Chief Seattle's
War canoe is from
Their back bone,
His oars are from
Their strong arms.