My Dream Vacation

We looked out across the Canyon It looked like a painting from above Like you'd fall onto it, not inside. The farther in we trekked The more 3D everything became. Like hiking an optical illusion. The canyons wall were gray, But you'd never know it. Painted red from the canyon dust The cactus flowers at full bloom, Next to yucca plants and prickly pears. We moved downward to Plateau Point Like an island underground Surrounded by the rushing river Down via Devil's Corkscrew. A route that lived up to it's name Until we got to the bottom Jumping into the icy water Looking back up to the top I wonder if I looked like part of the painting Of this Canyon, so very Grand March 22, 2022 Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS |