Its warm waters carry my dead
Weight body effortlessly.
Its vast blue ripples
Paint the Oquirrh Mountains beautifully.
Its rose liquor shores
Intoxicate me.
Its tributaries give supplies
To migrating bird families.
It offers crops of brine flies
To feed their young babies. 
It provides lumber
For sturdy nest shelters.
It hosts vibrant beach parties
For the hard at work
Tundra swans, Ruddy ducks,
And Bald eagles,
Who jam to the song,
“When I’m Sixty-Four,"
By the Beatles.
The Great Salt Lake
Is a mentor.
It showed us
How to build a city. 

Note from the poet: When I first stood at its shores at 13 years old, I remembered seeing it being so active and dynamic like a big sprawling city. I now realize that it is what inspired the growth of our state capital.