The vivid colors stain the hardened wall face,
with auburn rouge and golden hues of sand,
perspired from the ancient Zion limestone,
the sweat and tears from eons building land.
The Zion tears appear in weeping cliffsides,
as if terrain were brandishing distress,
once named for Jewish homeland and their heaven,
it has become a target to transgress.
While there are those who trust its preservation
to governmental bodies and a tax,
its vastness still allows its open landscape
to be disgraced by vandals' cruel acts.
Those Zion tears exalt with nature's beauty,
reminding us protection is our duty.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.