Rolling painted deserts
of the west.
Shrub bushes dot
sloping hillsides.
Relentless sun heats up
the sand.
Indian tribes honor
this land.
A single hawk rides
the wind.
Ghosts of ancestors abide
inside canyon walls.
The future dances
with the shake
of their bones.


After a ride through the desert which is haunting and beautiful at the same time.

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Barb Clarke
about 6 years

Thank you Gee, your input means a lot.

about 6 years

Nice Barb,a great picture painted

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