Dusty roads take me out

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 a while -

 

To where the earth stands still

   And the sky rejoices

And every glance I steal

   Is bright and faultless.

Reviews

[Vol]

Amy,
The rhythm and sound of your lines remind me of the cadence of Native American Indian speech. There is something measured and thoughtful in those words that when you hear them it is as though every word has been given careful consideration.
Vol

[Amy Michelle Mosier]

Interesting and just as well since it belonged to the Apaches.

[Vol]

Extra nice...