Arrowhead Medical Center Poem by Juan Olivarez

Through the mountains we weave,
Heading for the ten.
Going to a town named Colton,
Trying to begin again.

Leaving Morongo Valley far behind,
Wondering how long she'll have to stay.
My woman not the road is on my mind,
The way to Colton, is towards L.A.

We're now on the ten, heading due west,
Passing the dinosaurs at Cabazon.
I feel the anxiety in my chest,
Listening to George Strait singing a song.

We took this trip so many times.
Until my wife regained her health.
Those people at Arrowhead were so very kind,
We are so blessed, with much more than wealth.

7/27/10 Alton Texas