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Desert Scape

as we drive the highway
I grab my pen
 noteing the desert scape
bold steel poles tower
standing cold accross the warmth
of the desert sceenery
oil jacks drilling up and down
seem to gallop like iron horses
one black raven flies alone
across the saphite blue expanse
not far behind
two more follow
they glide and sway
seemingly carried
on the thrusts of the wind
dried weeds and brush
form lace like patterns
adding texture
lineing the mountains edge
snow
just a little from the night before
its almost as if it were shaken
from the sifter of god
like fine powdered sugar
dusted ever so slightly accross
I try keeping track
the electrical poles still keeping watch
tower along the roadside
......one
............two
...................three
they go by too quickly to count
the water tower
somehow it reminds me of an old tv show
I can almost remember
swimming there with my sisters
one hillside catches my eye
it appears to have steps
where faint traces of water
remain behind heavy rains
that washed away loose soil
light snow melts drift there today
shallow rocks build formations
a cyote hides  
away from the noise of the road
in the distance
standing amoungst the pine trees
and tumble weed growth
one lone palm
she seems so poetic
standing there alone......

just standing

........Desert Scape........

bj smith
aka shallimarRose

Weeds higher than the Appalations
sprawled over beautiful mountain promises
and I hear that it is a sight to be part of...

Whispers soaring through the sky
carried by yesterdays feathered eagles
a mission to allow the universe to see...

I carry my heart through heaven and dale
its attire driven by my own passion
tears streaming down a cheek...

Prayers begun...
people swaying over tree tops
stripping faces who wear masks

I am waiting for the turmoil to settle down
swimming in the ocean seas, arms raised up
thanking him, the man up stairs for all he is...

Weeds whisper names,
Carrying prayers the same
Waiting for all that he is...

I will wait through every season
I do not need a call or a reason
chambers waiting, key in the palm
love the bait on the line, sleeping till dawn

by karen dewitt

rocky mountain beauty
green eyes
God made first
proportioned everything else
complementary
Xanadu, my girl of the mountains

she had her style
I was beguiled

mountain streams
touched by Paradise
so too, this
rocky mountain beauty
panache personified
elegance to my aw shucks Arkansas raw

she saw in me
chaste potpourri

eagles soar o'er imposing peaks and crags
I expel my breath
at such magnificence
lost in the still of the moment
rocky mountain beauty
takes my hand

together one
love has begun

breath catches in my throat
shortness, hard to breathe
not because of
thin mountain air
no
rocky mountain beauty

thudding of heart
clean off the chart

simple things
unhurried strolls . . . out-of-the-way places
rocky mountain beauty
she made gold out of the ordinary
soft voice
softer hands cupping roadside flowers

my love, my all
God, I stood tall

remembrance of our short romance, painful
rocky mountain beauty
touched my soul
while there, she aided and abetted my
maturity
manhood took center stage

she made me feel
I was a deal

time dulls so many things
I cannot recall
fuzzy thoughts of yesteryears
except one, stamped indelibly within my heart
rocky mountain beauty
Dee

maybe sometimes
I cross your mind