Desert Highway Patrol

The sun is sinking in the west On a long hot summer day There’s just the radio, my patrol car and me As I look to the traffic on the highway The holiday crowd is passing through On the long haul homeward bound There are long lines of cars As travelers pass me by Some of the drivers give me a wave Whilst others just look straight ahead Being seen is the order of the day As I drive up and down the desert road The bush awakens from the hot day As the evening cools off The sky is full of pastel blues, reds and yellows As the day ends in desert dreams. © Paul Warren Poetry