Albuquerque

The Great Plains offers it beauty slowly as the edge of The Rocky Mountains rose like a rugged and Unclimbable fence keeping them penned in Driving southwest the line of fence posts became a blur of Old hand cut wood and slowly rusting barbed Wire save for the occasional juniper shrub The sun warmed the air, the smell of prairie grasses and the Expanding desert, arid and dusty but too the taste of Honest hard work and over a century of history The unending ribbon of blacktop eased left and right around Bluffs and mesas following the original wagon trails Of long ago. The cars engine whined as armadillos lay By the side of the road. Just waiting Following the magnificent Rio Grande as the early settlers did, It is time for a rest now, stepping off the dusty trail, With the oasis sought clearly in view