Where waters have carved the Gallatin,
Heat of the earth pushes, ebbs, rise,
Blue pools boil from the depths of the inferno,
And sulfur pushes tears from our eyes.
Black necked elk graze in the meadows,
Creeks bring life wherever they go.
Visitors peer at the boiling soup from above,
Thermophiles ferment down below.
This is the land of bears and bison,
The land as old as time,
The land of water and fire,
Where orange and blue intertwine.
Yellowstone.
Oh wistful wanderer! Traveler,
Thou may try to replicate, but tis a ruse.
How can one recreate such masterpieces,
For God has not given you such tools.
The paintbrush is not adequate,
The lens may fall short of what is desired,
The eye can behold but not recreate,
The land of water and fire.
This is the land of bears and bison,
The land as old as time,
The land of water and fire,
Where orange and blue intertwine.
To the northeast sharp cliffs do rise,
Patterned with a yellow wildflower sea,
The northwest carries vessels of black, orange, and white,
Pools for mammoths they may be.
To the southeast a great lake does traverse,
Miles upon miles of the imagination.
And to the southwest a great geyser emerges,
Old and faithful to our nation.
This is the land of bears and bison,
The land as old as time,
The land of water and fire,
Where orange and blue intertwine.
Yellowstone National Park was awesome, I got to hike around and explore for two days. One of my favorite hikes was up to the Observation Point behind Old Faithful because it overlooks the Upper Geyser basin, which is known for having the highest density of geysers in the world. Half of the world's geysers are located there. Paragraphs cannot describe this place or evoke the right emotions, so I wrote a poem instead. Hope you enjoyed!
