Meandering rivers cross through the southwest
But there’s one I know of that I think is the best
Found deep in a canyon whose name you might know
So tall and so “Grand” a cool place you can go
Yes, the Colorado river starts high in the hills
And passes by farmlands and townships with mills
Its flow can be gentle like a slow lazy day
Or rage with white rapids as it rolls away
Fish live in its water and bugs on its banks
The creatures of nature who give it their thanks
But the part of the river that I like the best
It’s shaped like a horseshoe, oh you’d be impressed
Its liquids are blue at the start of the night
But emerald in daytime, so sparkling bright
Rising high from the center of the watery shoe
A mountain of sand stone and shale calls to you
From the top of the canyon you won’t see a tree
Gazing left and then right there’s no trace you will see
Just a world of wonder as strange as it’s neat
Playing rhythms of nature with an ongoing beat
So if you get a chance to see Horseshoe Bend
With your Mom and your Dad or your very best friend
Be prepared for one of those really rare scenes
Let the wonders amaze you and make up your dreams
written by Rose McFarland