Dusty Roads Take Me Out

Dusty roads take me out
   To the furthest reaches -
To places not thought of
   Way off highway stretches -

To the rocky vales where
   A lonely thrasher calls
And scarcely people hear
   His excitable songs -

To where a streamlet flows -
   Whatever it be named -
Where a line of hoodoos
   See the course slowly change -

To the canyon shadows
   I find laudable
To marvel at the rows
   Of piñon for a while -

To where the earth stands still
   And the sky rejoices
And every glance I steal
   Is bright and faultless.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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