The Lure of the Land
We traveled north through Florida
to Fernandina Beach
We walked the sandy shore that stretched
as far as eyes could reach.
Passing Georgia's marshland,
we skirted Atlanta town.
The land buckled up and soon we saw
Tennessee mountains all around.
We sped through Kentucky,
and Illinois too,
Then the mighty Mississippi
and the arch came into view.
Kansas corn and wheat fields
waved in the hot winds of the plains.
Suddenly . . . the majestic Rockies,
towered above the flat terrain.
At last our destination . . . .
Rocky Mountain National Park!
We attended many ranger hikes,
and campfires after dark.
We climbed those Rocky Mountains,
until tundra met the sky,
and cushioned tiny alpine blooms
until summer passed them by.
The lure of the land . . . our land . . . is in its array
of infinite wonders, as varied and endless as
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