Oregon a tranquil state with spiky towering pine trees;
Historic volcanos detonated hefty extents of blazing hot basalt.
Birds soaring in the broad blue skin while their smooth plums are hit by a breeze;
Lakes with substantial bulks of blue natural water in which fishes breath, but isn’t their fault.

An angry tremendous, cup like mountain;
Snow on the peak like marshmallows on hot chocolate.
A colossal crater, an exit for vehement magma as for water in a drinking fountain;
A illustrious phenomenon piece of Oregon: Mt St. Helens a spotlight.

All day soaring in the tranquil air above the alluring earth;
Anger comes out of people when the nasty slimy white substance is on their car.
Living the life to the fullest as an Oregonian since birth;
The Western Meadowlark maybe someday, be in a bar.

Waves of water splashing the hot sleek shore;
A pointed small mountain like whip cream in a smoothie.
The elegant pointed small mountain as its core;
But as we all know Crater Lake is a beauty and it is the truth.

     Oregon, Oregon, Oregon is just an alluring piece of Earth