Perhaps God had something special in mind
When he granted America so much in richness.
A mountain range of iron ore, almost inexhaustible coal
veins.
Minerals in great quantities in every state.
Ground so fertile, it grows more than any place elsewhere.
Forests so great they boggle the mind with trees.
Places so beautiful, only God could have produced.
Yosemite Valley, Grand Canyon of the Colorado!
Lake C’oer D’Alene; vast fields of California poppies
Where only a desert was; yet such small delights
Lovely patches of violets, a mountainside of rhododendrons
Blowing gorgeous colors of the rainbow as the wind waves
A holy place in the Sequoia forest in which to pray
A waterfall so high and narrow, the mountain separated
So that waterfall could reach the goal it sought
A place called Bryce Canyon, so achingly beautiful
I should write a poem about that place alone.
A river gorge, looking like some gigantic stage
On which to present majestic plays
Waterfall blowing across a cliff face: a bride’s veil
Especially when it reflects the setting sun.
And five great lakes to mark a border blessed in peace.
I don’t know what God has in mind for us
But, I sure wish I could live long enough to see.
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