The Boise river cuts through the rolling golden hills of Western Idaho
Cliffs of black basalt flank the waterline.
Southwest of town below the reservoir lies Surprise Valley
And at the southern crest of this valley indeed there is a surprise.
Follow the Oregon Trail along the canyonside to mount the cliffs
Near the edge is a warning of crumbling rock and abrupt drop.
There you will discover a rift in the ground
And those brave enough will follow it down
Between the igneous rock and out
to a cold seat on the cliffside
A gentle din of engines echoes through the canyon
A cold and ceaseless wind pierces your breast
A majestic view captivates us two
Cleansing our souls anew