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The Geography of North America

Far away in a galaxy once unknown to man
A vision of mass seen from other land
She does rest there, with her people of many
North America a land of plenty

A sub continent broken away from years gone past 
She lies there watching with her coast land so vast 
Included are the sub-regions here to name a few, from the Great Plains 
and the Canadian Rocky Mountains and the great basin with a view  
The Canadian Arctic with waters of crystal blue

California and Alaska a flat eastern region, wouldn’t you agree 
And the varied eastern region in the Appalachian Mountains ,can't you see?
Along to the Atlantic seaboard and the Florida peninsula there are fountains 
Mexico with its long plateaus and cordilleras falls, is largely in the western region,
although the eastern coastal plain does extend south along the Gulf so pleasing.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 8/26/2008 7:33:00 PM
Interesting reflection. Congratulations on being one of the winners in Brian's contest. Wishing you continued success with your writing. Karen
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Date: 8/26/2008 6:49:00 PM
Congratulations Laura on placing in Brian's contest! Awesome write! Love, Shar
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Date: 8/19/2008 3:08:00 AM
God bless America! So pleasing, yes indeed! Love Kristin
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Date: 8/18/2008 8:34:00 PM
this was a very beautiful poem, enjoyed reading it.
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Date: 8/18/2008 6:25:00 PM
Laura - you certainly covered it all in a very beautiful way - Very diversified isn't it - God Bless
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Date: 8/18/2008 2:47:00 PM
Yes, it is all so pleasing! You covered it all so beautifully. Well done! Laura, are you a teacher I wonder? Awesome poem. Love, Shar
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