Saturday Morning Canyon Stanzas

Into the canyon deep and narrow

Echoed 'round with calls

Of hawk and sparrow

Sheltering trees crowd
Shaded stream, soft
Ridges buckwheat browed.

Quiet stillness
Morning light, sun
arising painting bright.

Alright, so it ain't Yeats, or Frost, or...

but let's see you do better. Right here, as a comment. I mean it, lets' see it, let's read it, describe your morning ride in three stanza's or less.

deeper in, looking out

hands in the air at the high point

russet

the grotto

and then into the Village - all the SC Velo riders were gathered round this table, but I didn't think to take their picture until half way back home

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