My serenity, I will share,
a special place I visit.
It lies deep within a canyon where,
the desert imparts no limits.
For ancient years, it has lived,
beyond mans fatal footprint.
I've had to keep it secretive,
so its beauty won't be spent.
A place of purling clear waters,
scampering over time worn stones.
Where cast off leaves play teeter totter,
upon ripples, from winds blown.
There, mossy banks, recline in shadows
and hug the deep, still pools.
The sun glints crystal, off the shallows,
so as to look bejeweled.
Trees weave their limbs 'cross the stream,
to form a Cathedral arch.
As within the waters, life does teem
and desert dwellers slake throats, parched.
I hold this canyon to me as sacred,
as did the Apache Nation.
I come here when feeling fear or dread,
to be healed by God's creation.
Paula Swanson 9/25/2011
For the contest; Flowing Water
Sponsored by Francine Roberts