On BYU-I's home page they have these wonderful pictures of beautiful people smiling around campus. They recently updated these pictures; I was so glad to be looking at new faces that I decided to look at all the pictures.
You can imagine my surprise when I saw myself in one of the new pictures! I know it's me because that is my pink backpack! So obviously there is no other person in the world it could possibly be! But I also have more evidence, she also has my baggy jeans (this is a dead give away, no one else on campus ever wears baggy jeans, these girls are here to get married, they always look their best!)
The canyon is calling with soothing refrain
The valley is seething with heat.
The young of the forest are roving again
In the depths of their mountain retreat
I long to rest there in the shade of the trees,
And drink from the brooklet so cool,
With mind and with heart as completely at ease
As lilies that float on the pool.
The song of a thrush and the whiff of perfume
Caught up by zephyr or air
Would bring me respite from the heat and the gloom.
I long, how I long to be there.
The canyon is calling with wild luring strain;
A chant that the wood fairies know.
I cannot ignore it, resistance is vain
The canyon is calling. I go.
I never understood how lucky I was to work up the canyon. Being in Idaho, where there are no canyons, has been a bit of a challenge. Just as the words in this poem say "I cannot ignore it, resistance is vain, The canyon is calling. I go" Oh, how I wish I could follow this luring stain! My need for the canyon never goes away, and I long, how I long to be there.