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DESERT SONG, a poem by Kelly Len Jonson, USA
Life Poems & Nature Poetry
Kelly Len Jonson, USA
I love it when the cactus wrenPerched upon the prickly pearWarm their feet from the rising heatOf the hot dry Arizona air.To hear the coyote callsEcho off of the canyon wallsIt lets me know I’m not alone.To smell air so sweetFragranced by the mesquiteReassures me that this is home.I hear the horned owl hootFrom an abandoned cactus bootHere I see the lizards run, the setting sunAnd all the colors of the sky.Clouds so thin pushed by gentle windsAnd pulled by snow-birds flying byI watch the shadows of the saguaros stretchTowards all the ambitions of the new dayAnd see all hopes die as the sun gets highAnd retire the day as those friendly shadowsLong for the day that wasOr perhaps awaits for better morrows.In my desert I see the roadrunners feedAnd the colors bleed from clouds to skyTo mountain and finally the sandy desert ground.I watch the javalina prowl dry river bedsLooking for flash flood’s deadI hear the rabbits cryWhen cornered by a predator’s eyeBut this is only my regions nature,Nothing more scary then any other.But comforting here the rattler rattles.So I won’t stand too near for its fear.The scorpion recoils down in the soil.So I walk on stones, there is plenty near.Life’s water, at first elusive,Is as the plethora of life. It rests everywhere.There are those that call this place barrenDesolate ugly and lonely.They suffer freezing snows, see few stars,And barely know the length of a rainbow.They have no appreciation for the rain.Here they hardly notice the thousands of flowersThat blossom at all hoursAnd can soothe every anxiety and pain.There is beauty abound that can bring tears to the eyesOf a traveler looking for hope by a sign.The jagged rock mountain that houses the sun on the horizonIs the best comfort a lonely man can find.At night by a billion stars and the moonThe desert is illuminated like a protectiveBlanket to reveal nothing is gone.There is a solitude and a sense of peace hereThat makes it hard to leaveEven without fences between our neighbors,Kindred spirits and my desert friends,It’s home.
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