Grand Canyon

Mighty canyon, you're grand it's true There is no other quite like you You, whose awesome beauty takes Half a state to wander through. From hither to your river snakes Whatever course she undertakes So reddish brown her muddy hue Freely flowing lake to lake. Oh mighty canyon is it true That little river sculptured you From north to south, and half the west Simply just from passing through? And, only through her wet caress Without a living thought expressed By chance alone, and not by will This majesty that you possess? My canyon friend, the truth revealed Your river there is just His quill And He who paints, is painting still.... And He who paints, is painting still. Timothy I. Brumley