I will wait, said wood, and it did.
Ten years, a hundred, a thousand, a million—
It did not matter. Time was not its measure,
Not its keeper, nor its master.
Wood was trees in those first days.
And when wood sang, it was leaves,
In celebration of the National Park Service Centennial in 2016, we commissioned fifty poets to write poems about a park in each of the fifty states for the project Imagine Our Parks with Poems. Take a tour of our National Parks through poems.
|2016||For I Will Consider the Lone Crow at Angels Landing||Lance Larsen|
|2016||stonewall to standing rock||Julian Talamantez Brolaski|
|2016||Lunar Eclipse||Linda Bierds|
|2016||Vicksburg National Military Park||Ann Fisher-Wirth|
|2016||Notes on the Below||Ada Limón|
|2016||Accepting Heaven at Great Basin||Nathalie Handal|
|2016||National Politics in Yellowstone Park, July 29, 1914||David Romtvedt|
|2016||Decompose: Of Immaterial Things||Erica Mena|
|2016||Catoctin Mountain Park||Dora Malech|
|2016||Oregon Trail, Missouri||francine j. harris|