The sky is cut into ribbons,
A blue and white fission
Is patterned as far as I
Can screw out my vision.
I cannot remember the name
Of this brilliant formation
I'm finished with the sky-gaze
And airy variation.
I'll keep my eyesight down
On the the cold, rocky ground.
If the composition's strong
The image will last longer.
Tonight I leave Arizona,
Monday I'll drive California,
But I will not forget today:
The Grand Canyon winds down there below,
Suggests the violence you have to show
To leave behind any kind of mark,
To be declared a national park.
Tonight I leave Arizona,
Monday I'll drive California,
But I will not forget today:
The Canyon is comprehensive.