Upper Liswarta Forests Landscape Park

Upper Liswarta Forests Landscape Park (Park Krajobrazowy Lasy nad Górną Liswartą) is a protected area (Landscape Park) in southern Poland, established in 1998, covering an area of 507.46 square kilometres (195.93 sq mi).

The Park lies within Silesian Voivodeship: in Częstochowa County (Gmina Blachownia, Gmina Konopiska, Gmina Starcza), Kłobuck County (Gmina Panki, Gmina Przystajń, Gmina Wręczyca Wielka) and Lubliniec County (Gmina Boronów, Gmina Ciasna, Gmina Herby, Gmina Kochanowice, Gmina Koszęcin, Gmina Woźniki).

Within the Landscape Park are four nature reserves.


Protected areas of Poland
  • Smallcaps indicate World Heritage Sites
  • Italics indicate Biosphere reserves
National parks
  • Babia Góra
  • Białowieża
  • Biebrza
  • Bieszczady
  • Bory Tucholskie
  • Drawa
  • Gorce
  • Kampinos
  • Karkonosze
  • Magura
  • Narew
  • Ojców
  • Pieniny
  • Polesie
  • Roztocze
  • Słowiński
  • Świętokrzyski
  • Table Mountains
  • Tatra
  • Ujście Warty
  • Wielkopolska
  • Wigry
  • Wolin
Related lists
  • Biosphere reserves
  • Landscape parks
  • Nature reserves
  • Ramsar sites
  • World Heritage Sites

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