God's Playground.
These lands hold a beauty so intense a mere camera cannot capture its magnificence
Somewhere in a non-Inhabited desert Of Arid-zona or Colorado
God's playgrounds
Once again I've
crossed a boundary
into a state of
bliss so pure
it's here that God
stores his collections
of his favorite rocks I'm sure.
It's here he raised a forest
his favorite so he made it last
with one hard glance...
he petrified it
tree textured stones
that mark the past.
God added in
a raging river
and he imbued it
with his strength
as it ripped huge trails...
forming canyons
their beauty Grand
in depth and length.
I think perhaps
this was God's playground
he left so much
here to enjoy
huge stone castles...
pools and valleys
like a contented little boy.
When Phoenix rises
and at sunset
on desert winds
it spreads it's wings
with awesome reds
and pastel ambers
that only desert
realms can bring.
Flagstaff's got some
natural wonders
like swaths of colored cloth...
raised high
across the canyons,
hills and valleys
against turquoise
reflective skies.
The scenes I view
bring back my childhood
while watching cowboys on T.V.
pursuing Indians
cross the deserts
it all looked just
like this you see.
Navajo once roamed
these heavens
their great spirit
kept them strong
until the White men
built their crossroads
that led a peaceful
people wrong.
I'm alone in Arizona
on a river made of stone
my tires thump, and
bump like war drums
near where Geronimo called home .
it is a hungry land
that swallows
all colonies and
leaves huge gaps
'it is a thirsty land
that wallows
against the sand
each dry gulch laps.
it is the place I
want to come to
when my life's work's
almost done
I'll wander off
through my last chapter
bookmark my bleached
bones in the sun.
But for now I'll
roam it's valleys
where ruby mesas
gleam like jewels
and later rest
my weary muscles with some dear friends
around thier pool.
Alaska's got it's icebergs
Niagra's got it's falls
but Arizona holds
great riches
across its planes
and painted walls.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
