Sunday, April 18, 2010

National Poetry Month again

Words are forming in my mind
thoughts freely gathering there,
feelings wanting expression
but waiting for the opportunity.

When life slows and time permits,
pen, pencil or computer keys will
open new vistas of expression
to me to understand who I am.

Now it's California here we come
after several days of resting, we're off.
Across more desert wastelands,
this time through Nevada-my birthplace.

Acres of wide open space unclaimed
that with a little water and vegation
would make homes for many of us,
not just coyotes, snakes and jack rabbits.