As consciousness persuades the strong-of-spirit
toward ranching, alfalfa is irrigated
along the low bluffs above this exceptional river
where cottonwoods crowd the sandy banks—
a shade of green foreign to this country
grows where sage and rabbit brush
have lingered, drifting
toward these yellow foothills
content to rise below white-faced mesas
spotted with dark brush. The mindful
throw up their hands in wonder and praise,
unable to ponder the odd fiber of this existence.
rdking