Thursday, March 27, 2008
posted by Grizzly Adam at 11:05 AM | Permalink |
Red, Sand, Looming
Awaiting a desert dawn
Red rock will reflect.
Sand is everywhere.
Towers of stone dwarf small men
Smiles commence, jaws drop.
Moab is looming.
Big skies, big climbs, big tires.
Don't go over the bars.
The poem is beautiful, the experience comes alive. Must be an incredible place to be. Have fun!
N.L.