Desert man

As I walk alone in the desert,
I keep thinking on my way back.
What used to be here before me,
is now just a fading fact.

Many animals of the desert,
used to live here as they pleased.
The Indians lived among them,
before their land was seized.

The desert stretched for miles,
with not much else in sight.
Just the cactus and the scrub brush,
and a coyotes howl at night.

The water holes that dried up,
between the rains that seldom came.
Was staked out by the miners,
who marked them with their claim.

The river bottoms made of sand,
are empty most the year.
But when the monsoons do arrive,
they suddenly just reappear.

As the monsoons start to vanish,
and the water all goes away.
The desert starts to bloom,
and puts on a floral display.

Then everything dries up,
and not much will remain.
Then the winds begin to blow,
and it starts all over again.


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