Up early in the morning woke Rachel and I,
To see Tallulah Gorge from high in the sky.
Our deepest hope that day was to walk the gorge floor.
By the time we arrived the passes were no more.
Instead we had to settle for views from the rim,
For disobeying meant punishment far too grim.
We stopped to ooh and aww at many a look-out,
Exposed cliffs, birds soaring, a sight to see no doubt.
Swinging bridge across the chasm we spied below,
Oh! Only six hundred or more steps left to go.
Upon reaching the bottom, my legs were shaking,
Out there in the hot sun Rachel’s skin was baking.
Up and up, we climbed for seemingly forever,
Not for the weak of butt was this steep endeavor.
We were rewarded with views on the other side
and a nifty stone alcove in which we could hide.
After a long day hiking in the hot, hot sun,
We were tired, but agreed we had lots of fun.