'Higher than the nation's capitol and nearly as long as a football field' describes Rainbow Bridge, one the seven natural wonders of the world. It is the largest natural bridge in the world and is considered a sacred place by the Navajo Indians.
The Wave is a sandstone rock formation located in the United States of America near the Arizona and Utah border on the slopes of the Coyote Buttes, in the Paria Canyon-Vermilion Cliffs Wilderness, on the Colorado Plateau. It is famous among hikers and photographers for its colorful, undulating forms, and the rugged, trackless hike required to reach it.
Heard a sermon from a creaky pul pit with no one in the nave I paid a visit to the synagogue and I left there feeling blame No one could tell me what to do, they had not the capacity to answer me
What the world needs now is some answers to our problems We can't buy more time 'cause our tender isn't valid If your soul needs love you can get consoled by pity But it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more
Watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, "progress will resolve it all" Saw the manufacturers of earth's debris ignore another green peace call No one could tell me what to do, no one had the ability to answer me
What the world needs now is some accountability We can't buy more time 'cause time won't accept our money If your soul needs love you can always have my pity But it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more...
What the world needs now is some answers to our problems We can't buy more time 'cause our tender isn't valid What the world needs now is some accountability If your soul needs love you can get consoled by pity But faith alone won't sustain us anymore faith alone won't sustain us anymore
This church is the only remaining building left from the village of San Juan Parangaricutiro, located in the state of Michoacán in Mexico. What happened? Not far from there In 1943 the Volcán de Parícutin started to rise out of a farmer's cornfield. In the following irruption, it buried 2 villages under lava and ashes, including San Juan Parangaricutiro.
Bear in mind closely that I did not see any actual visual horror at the end. To say that a mental shock was the cause of what I inferred - that last straw which sent me racing out of the lonely Akeley farmhouse and through the wild domed hills of Vermont in a commandeered motor at night - is to ignore the plainest facts of my final experience. Notwithstanding the deep things I saw and heard, and the admitted vividness the impression produced on me by these things, I cannot prove even now whether I was right or wrong in my hideous inference. For after all Akeley's disappearance establishes nothing. People found nothing amiss in his house despite the bullet-marks on the outside and inside. It was just as though he had walked out casually for a ramble in the hills and failed to return. There was not even a sign that a guest had been there, or that those horrible cylinders and machines had been stored in the study. That he had mortally feared the crowded green hills and endless trickle of brooks among which he had been born and reared, means nothing at all, either; for thousands are subject to just such morbid fears. Eccentricity, moreover, could easily account for his strange acts and apprehensions toward the last.
"The scene was one too horrible and sickening for language to describe. Human skeletons, disjointed bones, ghastly skulls and the hair of women were scattered in frightful profusion over a distance of two miles."
Called "the darkest deed of the nineteenth century," the brutal 1857 murder of 120 men, women, and children at a place in southern Utah called Mountain Meadows remains one of the most controversial events in the history of the American West. Although only one man, John D. Lee, ever faced prosecution (for what ranks as one of the largest mass killings of civilians in United States history), many other Mormons ordered, planned, or participated in the massacre of Arkansas emigrants as they headed through southwestern Utah on their way to California....
I am the escaped one,
After I was born
They locked me up inside me
But I left.
My soul seeks me,
Through hills and valley,
I hope my soul
Never finds me.....
....If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree
or the wings of a vulture
That is immortality enough for me.
And as much as anyone deserves.