Sunrose Ranch Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing atop a mountain - one I may call my own because
I have bought and begun to pay for it.

Whatever direction I face, the view goes on and on - it's
so breathtakingly beautiful.

Life is so quiet and simple here, no frantic hurrying or
scurrying about.

Ocotillo, palo verde trees, cacti with astonishing colored
flowers.

Clusters of daisies roaming the countryside, adding their
touch of beauty to the entire scene.

Walking around, picking up beautiful sparkling rocks,
building little markers with those left on the ground.

Hating to mar the existence of heaven on earth, care will
be tended in everything we do, so nature will not be
completely disturbed.

Looking out over the box canyon, feeling the soul of God
through natural beauty, every sense is heightened and mind
exhilarated.

On a different scale - one that is balanced on the side of
good.

(10: 51 a.m. - 4/21/97)