I stand on the edge of a spectacular canyon
A river in the distance far, far below
With mountains rising above each side
Reflecting in the rushing tide, as though
One might miss the verdant foliage crests.
New River Gorge they call this place
A flora and fauna national preserve
Nature's playground at its absolute finest.
Far below in the foamy surging rapids
Are braver people, reader, than I am
Piloting canoes and paddling furiously
Taking their river ride quite, quite seriously.
One visit to New River is sure to win ‘ya
To wild and wonderful West Virginia.
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