Desert Rats Poem by Smoky Hoss

"There is a breed of desert men, not hiding exactly but gone to sanctuary from the sins of confusion." - John Steinbeck

Desert rats
Take cover in the heat,
They know what to toss
And what to keep -
They skillfully hide under big sombreros
And down lots of water,
They've learned well when to sit, and when to quit,
When to stay, and when to scatter -
The desert calls them
Right to the edge of existence;
But, too wise are they, any foolish games to play,
For in the desert they have found the art of survival is patience -
Listen close my friends for the divine desert to call you...
By all means, come and see,
But, with eyes wide open tread slowly
Following the tracks of wise old desert rats...
Just like me.

(this is for my pal Juan O. A fellow 'desert rat'!)