I Am The Mojave

I am the white quartz, That sparkles so. I am the Desert Willow. I am the Santanas, That burning blow. I am the night eyes burning yellow. Yellow, I am the creosote, Covering the land. I am the washes and the hills. I am the golden grains of sand, I am the cure, for all your ills. I am great mountains, Topped with snow. I am the clear blue sky. I am the friend you long to know, I am the Ravens flying high. High, I am the stars that shine, So bright. The clear night air, For endless miles. I am the cool welcoming night, Following the heat, And noon day trials. I am Coyotes I am the rattlesnakes, I am Jackrabbits running free. I am the land that takes, and takes, I am the Desert, a vast dry sea. I am called Mojave, Yet what is in a name. Some claim I am Paradise, I am the Bronc, you will never tame, Inside me you will find no lies. I am abundant life, but also death, Depending on your unique vision. I'll take your soul, likewise your breath, I'll drive you to the edge, Of reason. I can be your mortal enemy, But much prefer, That I should be your friend. Many before have felt my lure, I am the Mojave, I have no end. 9/5/13 Alton Texas.