These are photos I took of the fabulous dunes. This was long before digital cameras.
The people in the top photo shows people so that you can see how huge these dunes are.
Link: To my last poem-Legacy
Great Sand Dunes National Monument
By Carole Shukle
Deep green trees, rounded
dot the rolling, kelly-green
hills in the foreground.
In the far distance
tall mountain peaks stand
straight like soldiers saluting the valley
below. They wear snow caps
with pointy white fingers stretching
their army green uniforms.
Puffy, gray clouds perch low
to the horizon and stare with grumpy
eyes threatening to cry on the wonders below.
For eons winds whipped the sand
into gigantic, rippling dunes.
These moving mountains
kneel at the feet of the foot soldiers,
captured and jailed, with no way of escape.
A queue of fifty hikers,
like a line of tiny ants marching to a picnic,
attempt to scale her sides.
Shadow and light play across golden dunes
creating a surreal ever-changing canvas of color
At the base of the dunes, a lazy river
flows at ankle depth with no banks
to hold it deep. Children frolic.
I wonder who kidnapped the dune
from its mother, the sea,
and hid it here for us to ponder.
Such a mystery--I snapped the shot.
***After a time I quit submitting my poetry for publication. So, what I am sharing now is just some poetry I've written a long time ago.