Somewhere in the Great Canyon,
On the bank of Colorado stream
Water flows through sand and stone,
And it looks like ancient dream!
Proud eagle is deep in sky,
Looking here and there around,
But he wouldn’t touch the ground-
He would always fly and fly!
The Canyon is empty, dry,
And Its edges sharp and stony,
And a little frightened pony
Dreams repeat the eagles flight.
Rocky mountains around!
Their picks have immense height!
Snowfalls do such loud sound,
But they can’t stop eagles flight!
Sun is hot, its rays reach the soul,
In the depth of Great Canyon.
And at night, in dark – an owl
Cries as crazy wild falcon!
Great Canyon
© Copyright: Гавриил Иваниченко, 2006
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