at the foot of the mountains
in a valley that is green
in the shadow of saguaro
and arid desert terrain
this is where you leave me
I know it's the last time
you quickly mount your horse
and off to the west you ride
no glances over your shoulder
you pass the mesquite trees
on this new trail that awaits
looking for what is dreamed
maybe it's just a myth
and maybe it's really there
but you'll never know the truth
till you search everywhere
Poetry by
M.J.B. is licensed under a
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