Mountains Missing Their Sons And Daughters Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Noticing desert landscapes up and down the street where I live
in Phoenix, saguaros, ocotillos, barrel and jumping cacti all
beckoning this mind's poetical essence.

Rocks and boulders placed around to make them feel at home,
for once upon a time many of them were taken from their homes
upon sides of mountains here in Phoenix.

They were put in the front yards of people who wanted them
all to themselves, now being slaves put to work silently by
greedy and selfish people.

Wanting to use their stately beauty for praises from others,
telling them how wonderful their yards look, standing there
quietly, resigned to the sad state of affairs given them.

Taking them away from their once beautiful desert homes,
mountains missing their sons and daughters of old, looking
bare because of these people stealing them.