Snow capped mountains in the distance.
This morning my kitchen is next to a giant crack in the earth.
Tonight my kitchen is under a cottonwood tree in the moonlight.
The view from my bedroom is spectacular.
The moon peeks through the branches,
The stars sparkle overhead
And as I look over
I see the canyon walls cutting black against the midnight blue sky
This is canyoneering.
-Emily
I love your poem. I felt like I was there. Thank you.
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