Depoe Bay
On Oregon coast down “101” way
Where the sea meets old lava flow
Lay a hamlet known as Depoe Bay
Where seawater geysers do blow
There’s a pub known as “Sea Hag”
Where travelers stop for cold beer
Sit by warm hearth, light up a fag
Hear din of boats from nearby pier
Music begins, bar maids do scurry
Stand in front of bottles & glasses
Beat sticks, playing with great flurry
All you will see is elbows 'n asses
Should you travel“101” one fine day
Be sure to tarry at old Depoe Bay
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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