Sandwich Island Song

What happened was this:  I wrote the letter effortlessly.  It was so easy.  So is the world when not on the beat.  Everything appearing sunny, yet cold air from up the Umpqua, sliding down Mt. Scott.  It is disturbing to see the new cloverleaf being dozed into the area near the college, near the fish ladder, a whole hill cut again (again).  It has been 100 years or so for this upheaval.  I dream and imagine differently.  Bureaucratic matters are accomplished effortlessly here, compared to the archipelago and its heavy stamps, molasses, antiquated equipment and ideas.  I wanted to solve the thousand mysteries and am still working on the one no matter all the practice behind and in front, still up ahead.