50 STATES

50 STATES
Poem by Mehmet Güneş

It is a sublime place,
As to ponder with great grace.
In Alabama this place shall be,
For Alaska, the wondrous land to see.

Amazing Arizona near the border does lie,
For Arkansas to cry greenly high.
The costly California you should find,
All the beauties to be merely blind.

None is tempting like Colorado’s springs,
For divine water to fly with wings.
The prestigious Connecticut and Delaware,
Alone for the charm, who’d dare?

A sunny life in Florida and Hawaii,
As the sea is down and the sun in sky.
Immortal Georgia with George you’ll live,
But Idaho falls joy it will splendidly give.

What can be said for the azure Illinois!
For its everlasting-towering Troy.
Indiana and Iowa come and visit us,
For Kansas and Kentucky by bus.

Maine, Massachusetts and Maryland,
Are glorious none could jolly stand.
Michigan is the noble ruler of all,
But Minnesota is above any earthy call.

Till Mississippi the land of outstanding, timeless
Folks who made it well-known yet priceless.
Missouri you are the heart and beating soul,
Yet great falls do stand and watch tall,
Nebraska and Nevada to be gathered all.










The new world is the world’s heart,
For newness is there and shall there start.
In New Hampshire the Godly fire,
Of this globe yet awfully dire.



New Jersey, Mexico all called new,
But above new one is one, New York, too.
North Carolina and Dakota are,
The luminous-unfinished burning star.


Ohio is best for a visitor to come,
And Oklahoma to see all or even some.
Eugene is remarkable mark to be there,
And Tennessee is uniquely wonderfully fair.



Pennsylvanian you do remain a nice race,
And Rhode Island like the towns of this place.
Texas a top state till the last date,
Utah quenches even the out-of-date.

Vermont is in northeast does splendidly rest!
For Virginia is home for the noble and best.
Washington moves who is in the world,
Form all seas and lands to be bought and sold.



Nature resides in Wisconsin alone,
As Wyoming’s nature is teeming by stone.
Let all the races of this nation profoundly think,
And for history to be down by petite ink;
But will the globe burst, burn, ere sink.