The spires rise high above the desert
Glowing red as they catch the sun,
The trees cluster on the mountain side
Like flies on a sweet honey bun.
The great bird hoots a haunting cry
Scattering her call over the wind,
The wily fox emerges from his resting hole
As thin as a partridge skinned.
The lonely road enters the dark forest
O'er and around the towering block,
The unsuspecting visitor drives along
On the byway towards Red Rock.
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