About the Poem
My family has always traveled throughout my childhood. Two years ago we were on another western vacation. We camped in a small town in Wyoming. The two nights that we were there, I laid out on the grass and watched the night sky. I love to look at a star filled sky and the skies I saw those nights were incredible.
If you've never been to Wyoming, the trees aren't more than 6 or 7 feet high and when you lay down on the ground, it's like the earth swallows you and all you see is sky. It's breath taking. I didn't write this poem, however, until this past year.
Wyoming Nights |
| by Heather Gendall |
| As I lay on a cushion of green, I watch the night sky Drops of crystal fall into my eyes, wiping away my thoughts A large dome covers my body, seeming as if I have been taken captive in a glass jar My keeper is the stars. |
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