I once used to dream of living in a big house with glass windows overlooking the lake in Fremont, Seattle. For all of you who are familiar with the city of Seattle, you will know what I mean. I always thought that was the place that suited my personality best. I would never live in Downtown, or close to a pub district. Yet I have never wanted to wander too far from the happening hot spots and live in a 3 bedroom townhouse somewhere in Bellevue or Kirkland. Fremont was the right place. The lake nearby provides a wonderful view and a nice place to walk by, or watch the boats and occasionally the hydroplanes. There is no dearth of great eating places and coffee shops. The area is well connected by bus services, and who wants to drive when you can take the bus? The troll nearby used to be my favorite hangout area. The Space Needle looks beautiful, and so does the Seattle skyline. How do I know all this? I know this because I worked close to Fremont for a year. That was when I wrote this poem.
The joy ride welcomes me aboard
Through thirty fifth and Wallingford
To zig zag left right up and down
The view of water down and town
The needle points straight in the sky
The buildings stand so proud and high
From Stoneway me a stone throw 'way
To the monster troll I always "hey"
The one eyed giant who gobbles cars
All hairy mighty full of scars
And then to left my tastebuds vie
For coffee sushi greek and thai
Through Fremont streets with joy we hail
And watch the ships cut through and sail
The bridge that's now an upside "V"
And azureness is all I see
In skies and waters traverse planes
With lakes and sun and things arcane
Through Fremont ways and dextered roads
My City of Joy, my new abode