The Beavertail is blooming free,
out in the open wastes,
magenta colored majesty,
all through the spring it lasts.
The cactus family takes pride,
in this, it's handsome son,
It'd be a sin to try to hide,
this handsome plant from anyone.
They grace the desert, with their blooms,
and blue and gray, rough spiny hands,
Opuntia Basilaris, rooms,
In the Mojaves arid lands.
5/2/10 29 palms ca.
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