Book of odes based on Evan Turk's Ode to the National Parks. Written by the amazing summer school students of 2022.

Ode to Ten Sleep

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To Sleepy Coyote's delicious food filling hungry people up; You Are Home To Ten Sleep Rodeo Ground waiting for people to ride Sheep, Horses, and Bulls; You Are Home To the buzzing bees pollinating from flower to flower and making honey ; You are Home.

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To the kind people helping others and taking care of neighbors and our community; 

To the beautiful creek flowing from the lake so we can swim and tube; 

To the fun splash pad spraying water and making kids have fun times; 

To the cool dino crouching at the park with kids having fun on you and making sand bases; you are home.

To the skeleton bones of the dinos of Wyoming living underground;

To the Ten Sleep School educating kids in Wyoming everyone will miss you; You are home.

To the trees, Standing quietly You do not falter To provide shade On the hottest day of summer; You are home.

To the bees, Pollinating You are the reason We have flowers;

To the dry badlands heating slithering rattlesnakes on the sand; You are home.

To the Tensleep Community Garden growing plants and more; You are Home To the Ten Sleep School growing Pioneers; You Are Home.

To the people, Together, you form a community Friends, or family Living in town, On farm or ranch; You are home.

To the birds, Fluttering, flitting Across the sky, Through tree branches, Your color lights up A stormy sky; You are home.

To the big mountains cooling people down; To the kind people helping others together To the Rice Ranch feeding people in the world; you are home.

To the old trucks and cars lying empty and Watching the world go by; You are home.

to the old 1947 Ford truck with a flathead motor in it Lying in our garage; You are home.

To the old trucks and cars lying in the forest waiting for people to discover them; You are home.

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To the mothers of the kids in Ten Sleep, Watching carefully, lovingly Over your children, You will always be loved Thank you; You are home.

To the creek, Trickling quickly Over river stones Worn smooth by years of water;

To the Rodeo Grounds, Waiting patiently For the cowboys, And horses, For the action To come again; You are home.

To the prehistoric dinos roaming the earth 65 million years ago; You are home.

To the sagebrush lying out in the Badlands; You are home.

To the dazzling brook trout swimming in the beautiful stream; To the red rolling hills smoothly covering the Bighorn Mountains; You are home.

To the majestic animals grazing In the willows; To the arrowheads lying in the ground that the Indians made many many years ago; You are home.

To the old, rusty trucks and cars sitting in back yards; You are home.

To the stars, A gentle light On a dark night I watch you, High above me Glittering against The velvet sky Of indigo blue;

To the old highway, Where beautiful Flowers bloom In summer and spring, Once always traveled, Now not quite so A beautiful drive; You are home.

To the loving, working moms that wave to us when we walk by;

To the buzzing bees pollinating the flowers for us to smell;

To the splash pad spraying cold water on hot kids on a summer day; YOU ARE HOME.

To the old dirt roads leading to Buffalo; You are home.

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