The Power Of The Vertical

Across the flat plains we walked and drove
Our herbivore-towed wagons under wide
And imposing open skies, all stretched out
Endlessly under the heavens, no place to hide,
We plodded on horizontally, innocently
Assuming god's grace would eventually provide
A relief from the overbearing emptiness
Left by ancient glaciers, now burnt and dried,
When ... What? ... Ahoy! ... Look at that!
A wondrous huge vertical rock, a granite sign
That there would be an end, eventually,
To our long journey, that all would be fine...