Surprising rhythms sounding like they are riding on horseback,
lying back, resting in their beauty, yet taking this poet into
mountainous forests of peace and serenity.
Living in the wonder of the wild west, loving it's landscapes
many times throughout life, enjoying cacti climbing up sides
of mountains and down into ravines.
Entering canyons to get out of the hot scorching sun of Arizona,
drinking in the awesome desert vistas, taking them into this
photographic mind.
There they can continue to inspire and expand through the years,
living to recall them in poems of Arizona and sharing them with
everyone in the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem