Singing of the beginnings of our nation, pilgrims and Indians
gathering together, giving thanks to God for all the blessings
he's bestowed upon everyone.
God keeps on pouring them out upon all who live in Arizona,
rocking to temptations of rhythms, challenging intellect in-
to the front of this creative mind.
Taking places in the effervescent positions that are being
filled, also with an intense energy that constantly touches
every fiber and particle of this being.
Sauntering up and down dusty trails in the midst of a cold
winter morning that is being wished well into a summer heat,
pleasing many people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem