I went to the canyon To see the sights To read the writes To meet the heights The heights were high The lows were right But something didn’t click
The tears didn’t run The breath wasn’t taken Yeah it was cool but I’m not mistaken I wanted to be blown off that cliff But the wind fell short, the air was stiff
Never have I met my sense of awe I hope we’ll meet someday I’m holding out hope that I find my strike That I’ll be blown away
I was trying a new style with this one. It’s more rhyme oriented. This one might seem stiff but I’ll get more comfortable with it. I want to diversity my poetry a little bit.