Far below the limestone band,
trudging through the thorny sand,
overhangs on every hand,
the Grand Canyon is not grand.
But atop the endless brim,
holding hands with her or him,
chances are far more than slim
that the canyon, rim to rim,
is as vast as promised. Yet,
when the storms of snow and wet
wind propel your steps, I'll bet
cactus spines are all you'll get.