Arroyos Poems - Poems about Arroyos

... Rain in the Desert The desert sems quietly tolerant of rain - not really indifferent, but resigned to brief intrusions, allowing for a brief change of scenery from time to time. It......

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...The world is beautiful but vengeful, The world consists of the living and nonliving, The world consists of the good and the bad, The world creates and destroys, The world is beautiful, The ......

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...There's nothing "just" about August --not in Southern AZ. Monsoon busts--no more dust. Desert turns into a sea of green. Happy hour's afternoon showers. Bare ocotillo grow waxy leaves. Canyon w......

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...As I ride across the high plains desert large gaps of open, arid scenery whisk by burning sun is heating up old rippled windows jostling riders jiggle and jump, jerk and sway to the click, clac......

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...Harsh sunlight beats upon the thirsty land And glares upon the limestone cliffs and sand, While waves of heat rise shimmering, above The parched loam where the great saguaros stand. And perc......

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...Dark thunderclouds hover uneasily over the red mesas and arroyos. I can feel the tingling sensation of charged air, an unnatural quiet as the thick, humid air seems to catch its breath, antici......

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...A summer flood upon the desert, rolling the arroyos like a nostrum for the seeds that cling in desperation to that long forgotten ghost life that the animals once knew, and know once more until the ......

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...Fifteen-two hands high, half a ton of black horse – she bore me through dry arroyos and over alfalfa fields in bloom. But how could I carry her to college? There’s no place in a dorm-room for a Mo......

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...and it all runs off like a desert wash after the monsoon rain debris left in dry arroyos hazard signs to remind remnants of the storm......

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...It's brandin' time once't agin in the corral at Triple "T". The dogies have been cut from the herd after a frantic spree! Cowboys sweated and cussed in suns reachin' a hun'ert degrees, As they flu......

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...A canyon junction west of Soledad and south of Mint (named for purple sage) – this scoured maze of Canyon Country where I rode bareback down arroyos, leaving hoofprints in sand. Today, I’ll......

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