Jamie's Yellowstone Poem

Fir and pine trees making forest of green,
White snow on the ground makes a Christmas dream.
Rhyolite columns way up high,
Snow still falling though summer is nigh.

Mud pools bubbling, glop, glop, glop.
Hot springs steaming, hot, hot, hot.
Geysers erupting through the light and dark.
Yellowstone, the very first National Park.

Elk, marmots, foxes and eagles in the sky.
A bison charging down the hill, nobody knows why.
Canadian geese singing their song, being really loud.
Critter jams along the road where animals stand proud.

Below the ground, pressure builds up, right to the max
Meanwhile above the surface, a Park Ranger chats.
Too much pressure, Old Faithful will now blow.
The most famous geyser in North America, you know.

Tranquillity, peace and harmony.
Excitement, joy and awe.
Serene, calm and beautifully still.
Yet the most moving place that I ever saw.