Gifts from this desert
are really quite rare,
The most precious of
all is the desert air.
New colors each day, a
gift from Heaven,
Sunrises, sunsets of
which there are seven.
The sage in bloom and
lots of room,
And mirages that show
till the close of noon.
This desert is
freshened by quick rain showers,
Then a fragrant gift
spray from all of its flowers.
And Indian Paintbrush
to wild Hollyhocks,
All kinds of flowers
this desert unlocks.
Arrowheads that are
polished by shifting sands,
Find their way as
gifts, into man's hands.
From nowhere a
"Dust Devil" a desert lovers fancy,
Stings a herd of
antelope and sends them prancing.
A yell is a gift to
all from a deserts black crow,
As he flies overhead
and puts on quite a show.
A hoot through the
night of a desert owl,
Sends a gift of the
shivers, and a coyote howl.
Rain can come down by
buckets or tubs,
And spread this desert
with many flash floods.
Old wagon ruts from
the distant past,
A gift still holding
desert lovers minds fast.
The
Crack-in-the-Ground, a gift for all tourists,
Four Craters stand
guard like a judge and three jurists.
To visit this desert
is a must, is a tonic,
To all visitors here,
it will seem ironic.
