Mountains Growing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living in the city, yet being in a magnificent desert
with all kinds of mountains growing and surrounding
us here in the valley.

A simple paradise that we love and enjoy every day,
if we're one with nature, looking at cacti, walking
up sides of ravines, bushes also growing.

A flavorful feeling of anticipation every morning
when awakening, sun rising in the east, looking for-
ward always to another day.

A clean slate to be written upon once again, yester-
days having been erased and placed upon photographic
screens, memories of life, fate and destiny before
attaining that last sunsetical horizon.