Dusty roads take me out
To the furthest reaches –
To places not thought of
Way off highway stretches –
To the rocky vales where
A lonely thrasher calls
And scarcely people hear
His excitable songs –
To where a streamlet flows –
Whatever it be named –
Where a line of hoodoos
See the course slowly change –
To the canyon shadows
I find laudable
To marvel at the rows
Of piñon for awhile –
To where the earth stands still
And the sky rejoices
And every glance I steal
Is bright and faultless.
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