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| Photo by Grace Beam |
spiraling down into the desert town
tall pine forest lines the way
a crescent moon in cloudless sky
the stars twinkling their ballet
the moon still seen in daylight
bluest skies for days on end
the river barely trickling
dry around the bend
the buttes rise out of nowhere
their majesty unmatched
casting shadow over homesteads
offering coolness soon dispatched
tall cactus stand sentinel
a testament to the past
but forests burned and trees amiss
are premonitions cast
still beauty reigns
in canyon rocks telling nature's story
the desert land so harsh and dry
is the cowboy's land of glory
