Bright Angel Trail Final Light
Better Viewed Large-Bright Angel Trail from the Southern Rim is one of the more magnificent features of the main entrance. This trail seen from literally miles above. Donkeys and people can barely be seen as small dots from this distance. The point of the trail in the distance is an overlook to the canyon floor where the Colorado River is running. From THAT point it is still miles down to the bottom. I took that trip on foot in my younger days in the middle of the summer. It is no small feat.
FOR THOSE INTERESTED I HAVE AN EXHIBITION AT THIS LINK <a href=" www.flickr.com/groups/inspiringcollection/discuss/7215762...
STANDING ON THE PRECIPICE
Standing on the precipice,
Balanced at junctions,
Space and time-
There are no excuses here,
No explanations or rhymes.
Locked in lavish rhythm,
Far beyond the brink,
Hid from help or rescue,
On jagged edge distinct.
Weighty voices,
Tomorrows bearing,
Form forces by the day…
Wound tight
In folds of failure,
By faltering historic foray.
Naked standing truth,
Whirl winded and filleted,
Open now,
Body bleeding,
Clean by choice,
Ruthless rights parlayed.
Ring round the
Restless righteous,
Tormented tongues
Twisted and advanced-
Weapons trained,
Fitting filled,
Hopelessness entranced.
New toys
For large little boys,
Clicking clocks
In finest fashion.
Positioned perspective,
Poisoned possessive power,
From places unimagined.
Whining women,
Worn-out white wheezers,
Talking days on end,
Tortured trials
Of wasted words,
Useless air
Precious spent.
Children torn
Apart at seams,
Families drugged
And drenched…
Callous toned nightmares
Running wild,
Seeds scattered in the wind.
Lost by generation’s
Darkened doubt,
Aflame the fearless world,
Tossed aside in hellish schemes,
Now rampant,
Flags unfurled.
Gone the green
And yearning years,
Foundations fairly laid,
Of priceless pearl
In wisdom grown,
Crown jewelry
On parade.
But new
The turning earth begins,
Choice
Once again delayed.
Come cold and calm
Courageous men-
Run boldly to
Your fate.
And stand in
Earnest errand bare,
An era
At the end,
To bind yourselves
Betrothed and braced,
And finish
Without fear.
James Watkins (3-10-2007)
Bright Angel Trail Final Light
Better Viewed Large-Bright Angel Trail from the Southern Rim is one of the more magnificent features of the main entrance. This trail seen from literally miles above. Donkeys and people can barely be seen as small dots from this distance. The point of the trail in the distance is an overlook to the canyon floor where the Colorado River is running. From THAT point it is still miles down to the bottom. I took that trip on foot in my younger days in the middle of the summer. It is no small feat.
FOR THOSE INTERESTED I HAVE AN EXHIBITION AT THIS LINK <a href=" www.flickr.com/groups/inspiringcollection/discuss/7215762...
STANDING ON THE PRECIPICE
Standing on the precipice,
Balanced at junctions,
Space and time-
There are no excuses here,
No explanations or rhymes.
Locked in lavish rhythm,
Far beyond the brink,
Hid from help or rescue,
On jagged edge distinct.
Weighty voices,
Tomorrows bearing,
Form forces by the day…
Wound tight
In folds of failure,
By faltering historic foray.
Naked standing truth,
Whirl winded and filleted,
Open now,
Body bleeding,
Clean by choice,
Ruthless rights parlayed.
Ring round the
Restless righteous,
Tormented tongues
Twisted and advanced-
Weapons trained,
Fitting filled,
Hopelessness entranced.
New toys
For large little boys,
Clicking clocks
In finest fashion.
Positioned perspective,
Poisoned possessive power,
From places unimagined.
Whining women,
Worn-out white wheezers,
Talking days on end,
Tortured trials
Of wasted words,
Useless air
Precious spent.
Children torn
Apart at seams,
Families drugged
And drenched…
Callous toned nightmares
Running wild,
Seeds scattered in the wind.
Lost by generation’s
Darkened doubt,
Aflame the fearless world,
Tossed aside in hellish schemes,
Now rampant,
Flags unfurled.
Gone the green
And yearning years,
Foundations fairly laid,
Of priceless pearl
In wisdom grown,
Crown jewelry
On parade.
But new
The turning earth begins,
Choice
Once again delayed.
Come cold and calm
Courageous men-
Run boldly to
Your fate.
And stand in
Earnest errand bare,
An era
At the end,
To bind yourselves
Betrothed and braced,
And finish
Without fear.
James Watkins (3-10-2007)