Best Last Frontier Poems

Alaska; the wilderness state, the last frontier:
Where majestic mountains,
Deliver streams into flowing rivers:
Down slopes covered in forests
Of Sitka Spruce and Western Hemlock,
That dominates the landscape.
The...

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Behold the pioneering spiritualist, living on the edge
Of the civilizations harshest grid, seeking tranquilities
Harmony beyond the brick lined streets of stress and
Strife of the big...

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minute broken pieces of glass and gold
no consoling embrace and warm arms to hold
alchemy at it’s finest, rejected in purifying the soul 
for love has...

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Australia is wild and fascinating
when one rides across a river
with water galloping on rocks...
like those adventurous cowboys
exploring the last frontier.  


Brown and white horses...

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In a clap-board building by the Tetons,
1919, if you’re wondering the year,
a man named Sid Hull sat down for a drink
in a saloon they called...

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The United States is a vast country of immigrants
Each immigrant adds an ingredient and a flavor
“A melting pot”, visualizing a soup pot of giants
Each and...

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Moon kisses blown by evening’s silver lips
caress the ocean's pricked up ears. They hear
a mute rage, frothy hackles raised to spear
a passing fleet of ghostly...

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Cotton Lizard yellowhammer Heart of Dixie We dare defend our rights.              ...

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It has been built beyond the last frontier
on salty marshland and on tidal streams
on visionary plans, on hopes and dreams
Here comes to rest the restless...

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Here I stand, a lonely man,

Aimless wandering with out a plan,

Planet Earth is where I roam,

The last frontier I call my home,

Ever searching for the...

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America's Largest State.
Land of the Midnight Sun.
An Anglers Dream.
Scenic; filled with wonderful beauty.
Kodiak Island; Alaska's Emerald Isle
America's Last Frontier...

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I am American as long as I have any choice
from the Mississippi to Illinois, I share my voice
an immigrant’s son, a mother’s child
from sea to...

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Poetry is a prayer to be received 
And manifested through the aide of others, but!
The real prestige occurs when
The shape and effect of our creation
Begins...

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He shrugged and said,”If you’ve no home
I guess you could stay for a while.
But you will have to learn the traps,
and that means many cold...

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This feels to be the Last Frontier
Of the Great Urban Conquest.
I remain, day by excruciating day,
Steadily engaged in my paralysis.
Should I walk the streets with...

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