You can walk up Brown Mountain
Where the Green Giants dwell
Here the living seek the dead
And it is a spiny hell
Tiny dinosaurs run on hot sand
The sun beats down with a might
Any form of cool shade
Is relief from the intense light
Arachnids scurry under rock
Horned lizards hunt ants
Snakes rattle, hiss, and coil
Coyotes yip their ancient chants
When bats seek giants snacks
From Flower that bloom by moonlight
Then the monsoon will rage
Its lightning is a mystic sight
The heat has thinned my blood
I am a dessert rat
How I hate the cold
God I love where I am at
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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