The canyon lands stretch vast and deep,
Where rivers carved their way,
Through millions of years of patient work,
In sandstone canyon walls today.
The hikers marvel at the colors,
Of red and orange band,
The slot canyons narrow passage,
Is where true beauty stands.
The cliff dwellings of ancient ones,
Are carved into the stone,
The ancestral people who lived here,
Called this canyon lands home.
The wind whispers through the corridors,
With secrets to unfold,
The canyon lands hold mysteries,
Stories yet to be told.
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