Tuesday, June 06, 2006


May your trails be crooked,
winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing
May your rivers flow without end,
meandering through pastoral valleys
tinkling with bells,
past temples and castles and poets' towers
into a dark primeval forest where tigers
belch and monkeys howl,
through miasmal and mysterious swamps
and down into a desert or red rock,
blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and
grottos of endliess stone,
and down again into a deep vast ancient
unknown chasm
where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled
where deer walk across the white sand
where storms come and go
as lightning clangs upon the high crags,
where something strange and more beautiful
and more full of wonder than your deepest
waits for you --
beyond the next turning of the canyon
-----Edward Abbey

1 comment:

Misty Mawn said...