Twenty Nine Palms Poem by Juan Olivarez

In Twenty Nine Palms, there's a desert trail.
That leads to the mountains, far away.
And on the way, the Gambel Quail,
Scurry around to meet the day.

I miss the desert, and yet I feel,
That it was a dream,
That it wasn't real.

Walking along my desert trail,
To the far blue mountains,
Every day without fail.

Then I would sit, and look over the land,
At the creosote bushes,
And the cactus stands.

I miss the Mojave, and Twenty Nine Palms,
With it's burning sands, and mornings so calm.
And I miss my mountain, where I was a king,
Looking over the land, hearing the wind sing.

9/2/10 Alton Texas