Down the Dusty Road
By Jay Bates
It is always said,
Behind the mountains lies more
Mountains and mountains
Beyond the Escalante
Into the Waterpocket Fold
Mountains and ghostly shore
Down the dusty road
From the parched Henry's
Into apocalyptic times not told
There lies petrified wood and coprolites
And now a whole stone tree protrudes
From the days of dinosaurs and trilobites
We are awed by thee, of ancient lands and sea
Down the dusty road we go
We beings of unjustified vanity
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