Lost Canyon
Old pathways through canyon bottom
erased by wind and sand
overgrown by time’s twisting brambles
dry stream bed empty of human prints
lost canyon winds its way
into the past heart of youth
Old pathways through canyon bottom
erased by wind and sand
overgrown by time’s twisting brambles
dry stream bed empty of human prints
lost canyon winds its way
into the past heart of youth
What wild creatures do you find here, Monica?
I love that – lose your poetic mind!! That’s a fine compliment, Ian.
I could lose my poetic mind in those pics Monica , and your words compement beautifully, so much ancient history and stories abound in those canyons , enjoyed your blog.
Cheers Princess.
Ian
Thank you, dear Laz.
Dear Pen, Perhaps someday I could show you my favorite places … and you could show me yours! I can dream, can’t I?
Thank you, Bluebee. It’s a journey into the past for me. We used to backpack into this canyon before children and dogs. When we were carefree, and cows grazed in the park, leaving their calling cards but also a trail through the wilderness.
Thanks, Sandy. It really was.
I’d love to be there… or rather, Thanks for the Poetic tour, Monica
Peace and Joy,
Laz
I am so, so jealous Monica, … to actually stand there amid scenery which seems not to have changed for numerous millennia, wearing a coat of past mystery… Lost Canyon, your words again describe the scenes to perfection…Heart-stoppingly good… xPenx
Beautiful poem evoking the ancient feel of this place, Monica.
That is really nice of you to say. I don’t have the skill with the computer you do, so the pictures definitely add something.
A nice addition to your blogs Monica and I always
like to see pictures added as they truly enhance the
poetry with a wonderful edge… Be good now
Really like your photographs too, now what is the word
I was searching for? Ahhh Yes… Wicked
Androgoth XXx
Amazing colors in these photos! Bet that was a neat trip.