The vast horizon takes you within.
It throws your dreams, then pulls you back.

The crooked plants and the earth cracked.

Streams filled with dirt run with the wind.

Run before the sand, where does a man hide?

You are hard, but the animals tougher.

Each season brings something different.
Locust, Red Racer snakes, Bobcats, migrating caterpillars.

I passed a rattlesnake, it's belly full.

It did not strike,
It would again with the next day light....

David Young