Of Nature, Desert, Sand and Western Skies

Of Nature, Desert, Sand And Western Skies Oh, silence -arid air where thorny cactus grows Where desolation runs ever so wild Towering nearby whitecapped mountains of snow Bless the sweetest innocence of a child. At dawn, an avalanche of soft golden rays Promise of a bright new day. Hope begins With magnificent essence of last night's dream A strike! Down topples wobbling bowling pins. Oh, flicking tongue slithering across the sands Promise of heat and sweat, salt oozing skin Yet beauty lives within these god-forsaken lands No place for the week, or feeble old men. At mid-day, even the cactus cries out and droops As air stands still, baking all to its glee Marching ants scurry underneath in racing troops Life seeks shade in ovens of sandy seas. Oh, beyond the expanse- heavenly shores of green Where the low hills sing a soft melody Cowboys vanished, just lonely in this hot scene Hot rays, heat and thirst makes the threnody. Oh, silence -arid air where thorny cactus grows Where desolation runs ever so wild Towering nearby whitecapped mountains of snow Bless the sweetest innocence of a child. Robert J. Lindley, 11-16-2021 Imagism Note: Rewrite of an old poem from the early 1980's..