The Beautiful Land Poem by Juan Olivarez

I sit and I gaze, at the beautiful land,
With it's blue mountains far away.
As a white iguana races through the sand,
And the sun heralds the breaking day.

The desert is still with no wind around,
The bees swarming the desert willow.
The heat already rising off the ground,
And the creosote bushes blooming yellow.

The white burning sands, the clear blue sky,
God has worked his magic here.
Crows and ravens on the wing on high,
The land so beautiful I shed a tear.

The Mojave will always live within,
This humble heart of mind.
And someday I will go back again,
It's only a matter of time.