RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Prickly Flowers - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Beauty of our Arizona desert touches my sight whenever
I look out across it's vast emptiness.
Yet, if you look closely, you will see it's beauty in
Saguaros standing tall, protecting everything living
in this hot and arid environment.
Everywhere you look it is stark and brightly colored
in a picture perfect reality, with cacti blooming.
Blossoms all over them, in many different hues and
colors, an amazing variety of them.
A garden of prickly flowers everywhere, a quiet and
still, very peaceful place to live and roam throughout
it's tenuous landscape.
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