My Second Home Poem by david lessard

My second home, is on a high plateau,
With Joshua trees for guardians all around;
And canyons rising on every side,
And miles and miles of barren, desert ground.

Lake Mead is not too far away,
Jackrabbits run the range;
I sort of like the solitude,
Though folks may think me strange.

Isolation and just seclusion,
But the air is seldom fresher found;
And blue skies most times prevail.
Upon this plot of desert ground.

The night-time skies display
The stars of distant skies;
With a brightness that is awesome,
Who under city lights do lie.

It's a little slice of heaven,
The way that it should be;
The kind of living life-style,
Of a vagabond set free.

I've the best of two worlds,
The water and the sun!
I'll fish for simple pleasure,
And take relaxing just for fun!

I hope to be there soon,
To enjoy the paece and rest;
On my little plot of desert ground,
In the open spaces of the west!