Open Poetry #42 |
Arizona Nights |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
The winds out on the desert, in that Arizona land Caress terrain unmarred by man, fresh from Creation’s hand. The rocks in Texas canyon, emit an eerie sound, You’d almost think that Nana and his band were still around. The desert’s filled with bones and dreams… and ghostly apparitions You’re apt to see, will surely hear, with all the right conditions. It takes a heart, at peace, alone: no lover of bright lights Will even once appreciate the Arizona nights. The waterholes still beckon, and extend the hope of life- Ranchos, long abandoned, from the loss of kids and wife… The only thing that’s out of place, in this forgotten land, His presence an invasion, of course I speak of “man”. Man in his presumption…”It all belongs to me!” What of all the wildlife, that predates history? What about the Indians: Apache and Dineh? Mojave, Ute, and Pima, are they not to have a say? I love to sit in darkness, far away from road and town- And watch the Master’s palette, as the sun is sinking down. And watch the stars a’twinkle, like a tapestry of light- And peace pervades the stillness of those Arizona nights. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
And don't forget those stars in the night sky. You write so beautifully of your world and way of life. Ida |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
John, this is beautiful! Amidst my daily harrowing fight for survival, I draw this blanket of peace around my shoulders, and breathe the pure Arizona air, and imbibe the presence of the bones and the dreams and the Indian tribes (all those you mention, except the Apache, are new to me) and the wildlife at the waterholes and look up at the Arizona starlight, and my shoulders relax and I smile. Thank you. - Owl |
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