Windy Crevice – A Poem

I was walking in the Grand Canyon

Far down below,

When the air grew a bit cooler

And the wind started to blow.

 

I wrapped my arms around me

And pulled up my hood,

I picked up my pace

As quickly as I could.

 

It was starting to get dark

So I went to make my ascent,

And hoped that all that wind

Had not blown away my tent!

 

But a rather wide crevice

Gaped at me to my right –

The wind tugged me inside,

Taking me deeper into the blackening night.

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