I drive here as I drove long years ago
When my old father chatted by my side;
He spoke of hist’ry, mining and the flow
Of his thoughts, ever brimming long and wide.
But now I ride alone in silent thought.
My father loved this land, and understood
That life is cruel, and time is precious bought —
And things that
Make you smile
Surely
Good
(“Arizona” – 11-8-2014)
I also love Arizona (love her from A to Z !)
Great picture. Are those Ocotillos or Palo Verdes?
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Santa Rita… I think. I’m such a tourist when I’m there.
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Wait – the plants? Or the name of the place…
I was wondering about the spiky plant !
(I lived in AZ for 4 years and loved it.
Being depressed in AZ is like being happy in New England.
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Sorry, the place. I’m terrible with flora.
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Reblogged this on Wyrdwend and commented:
Nice work. Simple, well constructed, down to earth.
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I love this poem. Makes me feel grateful for my roots and for my amazing Dad who passed away just over a year ago. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you!
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Happy New Year!
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