Red rock walls climb toward the sky
Sun burns bright where shadows lie
Boots rest quiet on the stone
Guardian watches all alone
Coffee cools in tin cup rim
Dawn paints every canyon limb
Flashlight rests in morning glow
Mesa shadows soft and low
Canyon breathes in golden heat
Watchman dreams in dusty seat
Light waits patient in the case
Till the sun gives way to grace
Silver tube in leather case
Catches light with quiet grace
Battery still hums inside
Morning has no need to hide
Switch stays off till evening falls
Answering the canyon calls
Eagle circles overhead
Paths where ancient feet have tread
River snakes through canyon floor
Time moves slow and nothing more
Sagebrush scents the warming air
Silence sings a gentle prayer
Flashlight rests in morning glow
Mesa shadows soft and low
Canyon breathes in golden heat
Watchman dreams
