Casting It's Spell Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking a line down the center of life, hoping to never fall
either way, striving to stay carefully in lengths of it's
strident indications.

Taking life through ravines and canyons, looking for a place
to relocate and live in peace, traipsing up and down streets
in the arid Arizona sun.

Always beating down upon the desert, casting it's spell upon
the environment, spilling and washing away the dust left over
from a dust storm.