I'M Going To The Grand Canyon Poem by david lessard

I'm going to the Grand Canyon...
I've got to get to bed;
Going to the North Rim...
Jesus, it's late...I'm tired.

Tomorrow,
I'll be cruising along, past Ashfork,
Williams
and
Flagstaff,
My lips sucking on two or three cups of steaming java,
My mind gathering images of high desert,
Big mountains and parched landscapes.
I'm headed for the Grand Canyon.

Damn, I've got to go to sleep,
Like Frost, I've promises to keep.
I said I'll be there at seven.
(Baby, let me take you up to heaven)
We're going to the Grand Canyon,
And..she's in for a big surprise.
(She's never seen the North Rim side up close)

It's going to be so cool when she looks out over
Vista Encantadora and
Cape Royal and
Imperial Point...
She's afraid of heights, but I'll hold her hand
And, reassure her as she gapes at the vastness of it all.

We're going to the Grand Canyon...
In the morning...
If I ever get to bed tonight.