The Sounds Of Yellowstone - Poem by JOHNNY COBB
Yellowstone is a national treasure
Where spectacular scenery abounds.
A place to find peace and tranquility
But I'll also remember the sounds.
In the wide expansive green valleys
Hear the rumbling of buffalo hooves.
Midnights on the Continental Divide
Listen to the wailing of the gray wolves.
Boiling mud-pots bubble up from below
As we watch bald eagles glide and soar.
Listen to the faint grunt of a grizzly
As waves lap gently on the lake shore.
The male elk bugles a shrill call
And readily accepts your presence.
In the remotest regions of the park
The most cherished sound is the silence.
From the gushing of Old Faithful Geyser
To the roar of the Upper Waterfalls
Or sizzling steaks at the cowboy cookout
'Come back often' our Yellowstone calls.
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