John Adams

(New York, New York)

Grand Canyon Lands - Poem by John Adams

I'm in a wild neglected niche,
Mojave joins the sublime ditch.
Out from Lake Meade where deserts burn
As heat surrounds a cooking urn.

These fiery winds may take their toll
Infernos' depths; devil's punch bowl.
Bright ochre sands like burnished chrome
Reflects the sun, earth's nascent home.

Grand Canyon's wild. So am I.
Wild donkeys thrive with coyotes nigh.
Cactus water, at least, is clean
When hunger gnaws, there's mesquite beans.

Let coyotes howl. Old owls can hoot
Snakes can't pierce my heavy boots.
I had to come. There was no choice
The greed, the bias, the deafening noise.

Moon and stars and desert air
May heal my soul. It is my prayer.
Skoal to the west with spaces wide
Where souls can hope, dream, and decide.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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