Here I sit at the marina of Tulalip bay, wondering, thinking,
For what else would one do here?
It's sad, what I see.
Polluted waters,
Rotting carcass of leftover fish and crabs
That no one wanted.
Even the gulls turn up their beaks.
The water, a rainbow color.
Nearby, boats are harbored and they leak gas
Into this once pure watery world.
Has it come to this already?
Shouldn't the destruction of this bay
Come at a later time?
Is this what my ancestors died for?
When they died, they left behind
A gorgeous land for us to enjoy,
But I never get to see much of the enjoyment.
People are more concerned with being modern.