The desert
He calls it home
Brilliant sunrises
Vibrant sunsets
Life flourishes
Life withers away
Winds blow
Harshly driving the sand
Into your skin
But to him its home
Where all his dreams begin
He takes me by the hand
Shows me where the lizards run
Shows me the beauty of the desert wildflowers in bloom
How the cactus and yucca grow
Teaches me the scent of water in the air
Whispers of the people who lived so long ago
The day they all just walked away
Leaving everything where it lay
We stand in the center of the city in stone
Listening to the voices of the past
The heat of the sun beating down on our heads
He pulls me deeper into the canyons
Where so few have tread
Giving me the gift of his desert
Through his words I have come to know it
His desert, he calls it home
Where all his dreams begin

So Beautiful,, I can close my eyes and feel your words through all my senses,,,

(sigh)

sounds beautiful!!!

I'd love to see those sunsets...

Another master piece Miss Poet,,,,bravo..

And Wanda,,,wow,,you are going to cause the temps tp rise on this page,,lol nice new pic...whooohoooo,,lol

Another beautiful one,can feel like your there

ccp, u wrote this from very down