Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Arches National Park


It’s a miracle to see when you travel
The exciting terrain across the land
Sprouting up from nowhere like statues
Brilliant rock from Mother Nature’s hand

This summer my vacation was dotted
With rock so magnificently strong
The color that continues to amaze me
Snapping pictures as I travel along

Arches National Park is so shocking
For you cannot even imagine the look
Enormous rock with such stunning colors
Like fantasy from a child’s story book

You look up with eyes wide with wonder
Questioning what happened and when
For it’s a place you’ll truly want to see
Over and over again!

Submitted: Thursday, November 08, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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