(inspired by the Yellowstone canyon)
Standing atop the highest mountain.
Riding on the breeze,
Letting the wind whip my hair,
Behind me I hear a sneeze.
Another tourist has ruined my moment,
Oh my, oh man, oh jeez.
(True story by the way)
(inspired by the Yellowstone bison)
I start to drift off in my seat,
When my mom yells a “Tyson!”
I jolt up from my morning nap,
“Mom, I see a bison!”
She slammes her foot down on the pedal,
The car behind us gives a honk.
But that was when I realized,
My “bison” was a tree stump.
(inspired by the Yellowstone hot springs)
Climbing up the boardwalk,
I see the boiling water.
The gusting winds come in from the north,
They make me tip and totter.
A chilling wind blows up my back,
It comes to tip my cap.
But when I look around to see,
the river has swallowed my hat.
(while we were there at the hot springs there were a lot of hats in the water and I saw someone’s hat fly off their head.)