Falling Into The Sky
Grandpa parks beside a bus
I put down the book I had read
Conversations behind us
An hour long adventure ahead
I leave my troubles behind
Abandon all anxiety
Let excitement fill my mind
Let positivity guide me
Many miles of stone we cross
The path leading up to the top
Keep to the trail; don’t get lost
We take breaks but never stop
When at last we both arrive
With the Delicate Arch in sight
The rocks seem to come alive
Towers stretching towards great heights
As I stand under the arch
Gravity suddenly shifts
I reach out, grasp onto the arch
As I feel my whole body lift
I leave the world behind me
Fall into the sky, into space
‘Til the earth’s a marble, blue and green
With the stars shining on my face
Far away, a pair of eyes
Look back at me from worlds unknown
“I see you” I think as I fly
Back to earth, the world of my own
Back where a young woman shines
A memory secured in time.
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Author:
Evie Baker (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My favorite memories are of the trips my Grandpa and I take every summer. Seeing the beautiful stones and paths carved by time and eternity is just so awe-inspiring. This poem describes when I stood beneath the Delicate Arch. I looked up, and felt infinitely small. I small speck standing in the sky. Falling into the sky.
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Comments3
Memories cast in stone in this poem. Those are times never forgot etched in the brain of a time where nature, ancestors and time meld into one. A most lovely write
Beautiful words. Thank you 🙂
My pleasure
Go Grandpa, what a trip!
Yes, he always takes me on the best trips
I can see grandpa with a rucksack of sweeties guiding you along the paths of tranquility.
These are great memories to have and must be continued onto the next generation coming up.
oh my!
thank you 🙂 love the imagery
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