Where Am I ?

I see buzzards circling up high... The sun so hot we could all die. Nites are long for a guy. The stars seem brighter in this sky. Lizards run to and fro, but there is no where to go ! I look in the cattles' eyes... and hear a lonesome coyote cry. A road runner darts across the sand... So many rocks a man can't stand ! The beans and bread are getting old... Even the nites are getting cold. By Perri R. Voge