Grand Canyon

My visit to Grand Canyon was a memorable one. The bright red topography spreading for miles and miles, a thin ribbon of a river flowing down below, quite out of reach of any onlooker. It is like a river flowing through the desert of fire. Here are some lines I wrote on my way back, from the visit to the canyons, on the back of National Car Rentals bill. The only paper I found in the car!

Crooked and Green and Naughty,
Like the devils tail,
The Colorado River flows,
Through canyon scalding red.

Besides few brushes and pine,
Not a sight of life,
For so many several miles,
Just the scalding cauldron.

And at the depth below,
Edge of a deadly descent,
That stream so full of life,
So out of reach from life.

And huge red bubbles,
Inside the deadly cauldron,
Frozen in the abyss of time,
The chilling hands of death.

Banished in the desert,
The devil made his workshop,
Treading inside the depth,
He dares each man to dare.