Alone In My Desert Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in the saddle, trotting down trails of this
beautiful desert, continuing into the vast and arid
beauty of it's brown, green and lively atmosphere.

Seeing the sun high in an afternoon sky, beating re-
lentlessly upon my ten gallon hat, trying it's best
to get me to take it off, and I just won't do it.

Legs wrapped around the girth of my lovely horse as
I continue riding through this beautiful desert play-
ground of my childhood.

Precious memories to keep close to my heart when I
think of them in senior years.

Tears of remembrance reminding me of good feelings
I always used to have when alone in my desert.