Edwin Ford Piper
In The Canyon
'This is her diary. Come with me to view
The canyon; think you see it as of old
When Martha lived, and hear the simple tale.
Down the steep, rough slope for a hundred yards,
The stiff, brown bunch-grass swishing round our knees,
Until the shelving bank abruptly falls
To the canyon floor divided by a ditch
O'ergrown with ironweeds, horsemint, currant bush.