The Smells Of Yellowstone Poem by JOHNNY COBB

The soft, silent snow of Yellowstone Park
Gives you a feeling that all is well.
Along with many spectacular views
I will also remember the smells.

Saw bubbling mud pots near Dragon's Breath Springs
As it continues to belch steam and smoke.
Sulfur creates the infamous odor;
My daughter thought she was going to choke.

Watch buffalo graze in open meadows.
By steaming creeks we catch the fresh pine scent.
We're thrilled by the view of gushing geysers,
Then ponder how the mooses' day is spent.

View the misty rainbow at Upper Falls
Then awed by geothermal wonders.
Hold our nose at the odd smelling steam vents.
Watch the setting sun midst rolling thunder.

Spend our last night at the campfire cookout
I'll remember the smell of sizzling steaks.
Heard the howls of two wolves on the roadside
Then watched the moon rise o'er Yellowstone Lake.