Southwest Treasures

Mighty rocks of God’s design 

Where the eyes may come to dine

Strange formations made of stone

Incantations from the wind

The sun aroused

Has cast itself

Upon the fields

Now bunched with snow

Crystals glitter 

Crystals glow 

O’er the land 

The soft winds blow 

In the breath of afternoon

Ghostly maidens made of snow

Pirouette across the fields

Gossamer in rainment white 

Across the land they take their flight

Half in fury

Half in fun

To the music of the wind  

Here where the red ruins crumble

Through the centuries

The moans

Of the souls

Of a vanished race

Are reflected in the wind

While across the plains 

A tumbleweed

Goes rushing

Through the dancing grass

By Charles Vallle

From: United States