Idaho Stretched

A Gem...clear cut and shaped in grandeur,
Set right, for a national crown.
She strides in her ermine clad borders,
And gathers a city and town.

Skirted with shadowed reflections,
In flounces of farmlands...so green.
Caught by Syringa, rick-racked in pines,
Then stitched with rivers and lakes between.

Mid a misty grey vastness she settles,
With a tiara of soft clouds afloat.
She steps past a hem-line of mountains,
Snow-touched...in white petticoats.

Copper-toned browns are her showings,
With styling not likely to mock.
Sandled by dry-purple grasses.
And girthed...in dark lava rock.

Gorgeous in sun-set...the after-glows,
With crimson chiffon and burnished gold.
She bows...in a statehood of grace,
And tosses her treasures for all to hold.

E.P. 1908 - 1989