I feel a true kinship and harmony with life out there. Sand and sun sagebrush and wind – you
merge into them, and become as meaningless and as full of meaning as they are. There is always the
monotone of the dry desert breeze – a background for silence and you know that you are alone.
You can walk for miles and meet only sage brush and dunes – piles of drifting sand in their yellow
robes with paws deep in the alkaline ground.
My nature merged in nature brings a sence of happiness and joy to my being; a mere grain of sand in an
eternal universe, yet , in my mind I’m not really alone; I have my thoughts and feelings. Wandering
thoughts soaring through my mind of younger years when the world was full of magic and awe,
feelings like wondering and pondering as a carefree boy catching horned toads and feeling as one
with them in nature.
The thrill of seeing aged wagon tracks in the hardened desert crust made by travelers of yore when life
and death were ever present lingers in my mind; the adventure, no the sadness they bring of it all.
Each minute, hour and day was a matter of survival and concern over what the morrow would bring.
The great arid desert energizes my soul with a calming thankful feeling and an appreciation for those
who covered this same sacred ground under very different circumstances.
The words of this poem pulse through my own veins.
I read it and feel the imagery. Brad
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