Ndn8tive

A barren place that some call home
Upon a red sea of sandy loam
Where mesas reach up toward the sky
This land so hot and very dry
And a giant ship out on this sea
A “Rock with Wings” that all can see
Like a rusted ship from a foreign land
Now buried so deep within the sand
Against the sky of turquoise blue
Reach distant mountains of purple hues
As clouds that form above the land
Give Mother Nature a helping hand
The summer rains that come in burst
Arroyos flood could be much worst
The wet sweet smell of red rock sand
Remind us this is our native land
Where ancestors lived and once had roamed
This barren place we natives call home

Bill