Grand Canyon

Light tumbles through the canyon,

Ribbons of rock reflect rugged rainbows of color;

Illuminating, enhancing, the depth and magnitude.

A spectrum of hues, kaleidoscope of canyon fanned.

Earthly treasures at your crest.

No wonder they call it GRAND.

As we slip inside this rock rip-tide we are engulfed by

color and canyon, mesa tops barely tanned.

We snake our way down from the pine crested crown

Rock towers to one side, walk or ride

Into the palm of the hand.

Ravens call and tempt cliff walls soaring and gliding

Diving and riding, a squeaking and squawking band.

Colorado River waves hell-o, you’re in Arizona land.

Slithering liquid trail sliding through rough rock,

Twinkling reflections of multicolored wasteland stand.

Icy fluid carves the canyon, meandering by the rock trail.

Fog rises from the river, misty promise of prehistoric tramping,

Blanketing wildlife in a cocoon of mystery on demand.

A gentle breeze alluding to natures promise,

dawn whispers hope on the wind, at your command.

Pacing rhythm and beat, with a dance of your own.

Tumbling depths with untold mysteries to unfold.

The bottom calls amid the rock halls,

A symphony of nature’s band.

Nestled among the trees, lies comfort the “Phantom” brand.

There are no bounds or fences, people drop all pretenses

Environment no one planned.