Watching Desert Landscapes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reverberating sounds teaching this mind how to move
and jive day in and day out, rallying into the midst
of a beautiful area of life right here.

Living in the Arizona desert where coyotes bay at the
moonand way up high, out of reach, yet being seen any-
way.

Bobcats roam around our neighborhood, see them off and
on, always being loved and touched by this Arizona
desert.

Coming and going, never disliking the colors that con-
tribute to our beautiful sunsets on our western horizon,
listening to the silence inspiring poetry.

Watching as landscapes stay the same for centuries, un-
less developers come along looking for a buck, tearing
apart our deserts for their greedy benefit only.