Dusty roads take me out
To the furthest reaches -
To places not thought of
Way off highway stretches -
To the rocky vales where
A lonely thrasher calls
And scarcely people hear
His excitable songs -
To where a streamlet flows -
Whatever it be named -
Where a line of hoodoos
See the course slowly change -
To the canyon shadows
I find laudable
To marvel at the rows
Of piñon for awhile -
To where the earth stands still
And the sky rejoices
And every glance I steal
Is bright and faultless.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2025 21:59
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Enjoyed the read, we need to ensure those roads are used more often and not left to get so dusty
A poem of nature's beauty and a place I have been before. It feels home like as does all of nature. Lovely imagery and painted in words. Well done
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