"Song of the Canyon Wren" - Rob Rowley

Song of the Canyon Wren

As I go through my life in this work-a-day world
There's a sound that I'm longing to hear
It opens my mind to my memories of
All the beautiful places that I hold so dear
My heart and my soul are made up of the things
That abound in the places I mean
Ponderosa and slick rock and streams of bright water
That bring to the desert the cool shades of green

Just what is this sound that can take me away
To this ideal grotto or glen
That can bring me to tears when I think of the years
It may be 'till I get back and hear it again
If you've heard it, you'll know. If you haven't, you can't
But give ear, and I'll tell you my friend
The wonderous sound that can do all of this
Is the song of the Canyon Wren

(It's the tiny, petite...that bird-song so sweet...it's the song of the Canyon Wren)

The joy in the voice of this non-descript bird
Is the joy that I feel in my heart
When  I'm wading along in my boots and my pack
In the sweet, cool air and the best of God's art
This is Heaven...Utopia...Shangri-La too.
(Or if not, it's a pretty good start)
And this little brown bird with the twittering throat
Is in charge...He's the King of the musical part

In this region of canyons, of slots and defiles
And the streams and the floods that bring life
There exists such a palette of colorful sounds
That many won't know in the length of their lives
Like the roar of the flash-flood after a downpour
The howls from the coyote's den
But the one little sound that can put them to shame
Is the song of the Canyon Wren

(It's the little, the pretty...not heard in the city...it's the song of the Canyon Wren)


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