Font Color=darkvioletgrand Canyon (School Assignment 8th) Poem by Jane Meyer

I sit near the edge,
As close as I dare,
Observing the gouge through the land,
That’s opened up before me.

I hear the wind,
Whistling through the scar,
The water far below,
And the critters a’scurrying.

I smell the clean air,
That rushes up from the canyon,
Thick with humidity,
Of the early morn.

I feel the coarse ground,
Spread out beneath my hand,
And the cool, smooth rock,
That I’ve chosen as my perch.

I sense the energy,
Emanating from the trees, the rocks,
The canyon,
A truly magical place.