Monday, July 31, 2023
On the West
Even though I am from the Midwest, not the East, CraigA's poem really rang true to me:
The West: Skies, vistas,
and mountains unimagined by
an east coast bred boy.
and mountains unimagined by
an east coast bred boy.
Desiree has such clear eyes:
Land of enchantment.
Tan adobe towns against
A crystal blue sky.
Tan adobe towns against
A crystal blue sky.
And Christine is right, as well (I've seen the Grand Canyon from a plane, too):
Only from a plane window
The Canyon was Grand.
