Stroll with me

Have you gazed on naked grandeur
Where there's nothing else to graze on?
Set pieces and drop curtain scenes galore?


Big mountains heaved to heaven
Which the blinding sunsets blazon
Black canyons, where the rapids rip and roar?
Have you swept the visioned valley
With the green stream streaking through it?
Searched the vastness for a something you have lost?
Have you wrung your soul to silence?
Then for land's sake, go and do it!
Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost


Have you wandered in the wilderness
The sage brush desolation?
The bunch grass levels where the cattle graze?


Have you whistled bits of ragtime
At the end of all creation?
And do you know the desert's little ways?
Have you camped upon the foothills?
Have you galloped ore the ranges?
Have you roamed the arid sun lands through and through?
Have you chummed up with the Mesa?
Do you know its moods and changes?
Then listen to the wild ... It's calling you!


Poem by Robert Service, recited to me in the car on our way home from the Grand Canyon by my amazing husband, Brad.


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