Gary the Poet's Pen
Here In Yellowstone
I am here in Yellowstone
I am now returning home,
A land so fair and free
So much to do and see
I am here in Yellowstone.
A river is here in Yellowstone
This water will never be alone,
Cutthroat trout were first
Swimming with their thirst
Swimming here in Yellowstone.
The skies are blue in Yellowstone
The eagles will never be alone,
They fly above the land
In circles and in a band
The eagles hunt in Yellowstone.
The buffalo stands tall in Yellowstone
Upon the grass, they freely all will roam,
They gather in their herds
They gallop upon the Earth
They are a symbol of the Yellowstone.
The ground is warm in Yellowstone
With geysers to the tourist shone,
Old Faithful is viewed the most
And many now can boast
Of their time spent in Yellowstone.
The winter is alive in Yellowstone
Ice rules instead of water foam,
Bears hibernate in the caves
Wolves hunt on frozen plains
Blinding white covers Yellowstone.
Oh, I am now leaving Yellowstone
In my heart, another new poem,
A song is stirring there
A land so wild and fair
I sing this song for all of Yellowstone.
Written by Gary Cox 03/30/2021...to God be the glory