Our Western State Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out into the vast landscapes of our western state,
deserts, arid and beautiful, luring me out into it's cacti-
laden atmosphere.

Totally awesome as steer roam around freely, bison standing
there looking at me with their wide brown eyes, wondering
why I'm looking at them.

Horses trotting by, cowboys and cowgirls sitting atop them,
enjoying the lull of the dusty trails meandering through
the desert.