The Hidden Treasure
By Cathy Lea Collar
Glorious and mystical, when by white eyes first seen.
So serenely beautiful, they thought 'twas but a dream.
Mesmerizing canyons, glittering jewels of stone.
Waterfalls from heaven, pour into the unknown.
Misty droplets softly, caress the face and soul.
More beauty in one place than anyone could know.
No, it was not a dreamland, but how could they have known,
The hidden treasures they had found in the Yellowstone
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
Fervent river bounding between bejeweled walls.
Carving, crashing, thrashing, following it’s call.
A bounty of bison, bellows across the plain.
Majestic elk bugeling, challenging who reigns.
Mule and white tail deer, graze in silent solitude.
The howling wolves deadly cries, that they might intrude.
No, it was not a dreamland, but how could they have known,
The hidden treasures they had found in the Yellowstone.
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
The grizzly rules in his domain, powerful and proud.
The clash of the bighorns, echo bold and loud.
The graceful trumpeter swan, glides to the lake of blue.
The river finds it’s calling, and spreads out wide and true.
Bursting from entrapment, a geyser sears the sky,
Dusting glasslike terraces with glitter from up high.
No, it was not a dreamland found, but a hidden treasure.
Found not to fill the greedy hand, but the heart with pleasure.
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
So serenely beautiful, they thought 'twas but a dream.
Mesmerizing canyons, glittering jewels of stone.
Waterfalls from heaven, pour into the unknown.
Misty droplets softly, caress the face and soul.
More beauty in one place than anyone could know.
No, it was not a dreamland, but how could they have known,
The hidden treasures they had found in the Yellowstone
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
Fervent river bounding between bejeweled walls.
Carving, crashing, thrashing, following it’s call.
A bounty of bison, bellows across the plain.
Majestic elk bugeling, challenging who reigns.
Mule and white tail deer, graze in silent solitude.
The howling wolves deadly cries, that they might intrude.
No, it was not a dreamland, but how could they have known,
The hidden treasures they had found in the Yellowstone.
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
The grizzly rules in his domain, powerful and proud.
The clash of the bighorns, echo bold and loud.
The graceful trumpeter swan, glides to the lake of blue.
The river finds it’s calling, and spreads out wide and true.
Bursting from entrapment, a geyser sears the sky,
Dusting glasslike terraces with glitter from up high.
No, it was not a dreamland found, but a hidden treasure.
Found not to fill the greedy hand, but the heart with pleasure.
The Land of The Yellow Stone.
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