in a valley that is green
in the shadow of saguaro
and arid desert terrain
you hug and kiss me goodbye
I know it's the very last time
as you quickly mount your horse
and off to the west you ride
no glances over your shoulder
as you pass the mesquite trees
on this new trail that awaits
looking for all that you believe
maybe it's just a myth
and maybe it's really there
but you'll never know the truth
unless you search everywhere
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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