Canyon WisperA Poem by Terry LynnDay hike into Hells Canyon, ArizonaI begin the trail, not knowing what I'll find My steps moving forward, the dirt road behind The top of the mountain, the canyon floor My mind sees visions of what's in store My feet move swiftly, all uphill Through rocks and trees and bushes, until I see the top, what a beautiful sight Deep canyon walls, small birds in flight I stop to rest and quench my thirst Respecting the canyon, for it was here first Then back on my feet to descend the trail The canyon floor is where I'll soon dwell I make it down the tumultuous hill Taking in the sounds of water, the quiet still The wildflowing and smell of spring The feelings of triumph, the sun glistening Then suddenly I realize I'm totally alone Fear washes over me The walls say, "Go Home" An hour I climb, an hour more and still All my eyes see is hills I'm tired, I'm beaten, not broker and yet If I pass out and die they'd all say it's what I get For venturing in this canyon alone "I can make it" I tell myself "Just get your a*s home" Finally I reach the spot where the inward trail parts Leaving Hells Canyon with respect in my heart © 2009 Terry Lynn |
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