King(s) of the hill
(A poem by Storybird and Data - each takes a line in a back and forth fashion.)
A cool place is called the City of Rocks
In New Mexico, a bunch of uncut blocks
Lots of prickly plants are there too
Watch out, or your pants will be poked through
You are allowed to climb on the rocks if you can
The wind up top is like a fan
Blowing your hair around (if you have any)
The chances of falling are quite many
The rocks are huge, a very tall bunch
It’s a great place to munch your lunch
The campground is nice, electric and water
There are bunnies around, I almost caught her!
If you’re near, this is the number one place to go
It’s up in the mountains, the elevation isn’t low
A 30 mile drive out of Deming
But not so long, by my remembering
So to wrap up this post, here’s our vote
When you go there, you don’t need a boat
Because it’s just too an awesome place
You have to see it face to face
Phil L. writes:
Great job, Storybird and Data! A good way to have some fun and share some creativity at the same time.
Paula writes:
Fun poem, and beautiful shots!
Boyink writes:
Thanks guys.
Julie Y writes:
Great poem—very fun to read and to visualize your time there!
Derek writes:
Great piece and pics!