The Land Out West

                   

                        The Land Out West

 There’s a land out west that’s hot and dry.

I come from this land and that’s where I’ll die.

The land is full of cactus and thorns,

It used to have cattle with long, long horns.

The saguaro stood twenty feet tall.

So come to this land, come to stay.

Come and see the close of day.

See the saguaro standing high.

See the sun in the blue, blue sky.

See the roadrunner in the desert sand,

Come, I say, Come to this land.

Sarah Barnett

This poem was written by my sister a long time ago. But it is still true today. Oh, how I miss the deserts and mountains of the southwestern states, especially my home state of New Mexico. That said - the saguaro she wrote about like the ones in the photo below do not grow anywhere but in southern Arizona. This was a photo I took a couple of years ago when she and I made a short road trip to where the saguaro grow.