Western Heart Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting here at Dr. P's office, writing and looking around
this open-ended environment, looking across the way, seeing
pictures hanging up and down hallways.

Noticing all of them, paintings of our Arizona desert, beauti-
ful and tantalizing this western heart into walking down dusty
paths and into canyons and ravines.

There all nature's secrets are being kept sacredly from human
beings, because they have a tendency to ruin the desert with
litter and bullets from shooting.

Or in the case of greedy developers looking only for the al-
mighty dollar in everything - tearing apart our deserts and
mountains.

Just to make a buck, never caring at all about the beauty of
God's holy desert here on earth; shame falls directly on the
shoulders of greedy developers as they buy more land.

Our desert is being overrun with houses being built way too
close to each other, why anyone would pay $350,000 to $500,000
or more to live on top of one another is beyond insane.

Neighbors too close for comfort, because no one knows their
neighbor when moving in, they could be pedophiles, rapists,
deviants of every kind.

It seems that no one cares to find out before they spend all
their money and move in, people are not too bright in this
day and age are they?