2,000, five hundred feet higher,
it's ten degrees cooler up here;
than the place where I now live
watching the green cacti near.
From where I am, I can't see it,
I'm too far to the north and east;
but the views I do have, are great,
Verde Valley's a high desert feast.
The peaks behind Flagstaff's are lovely,
Eighty-nine A winds her way to Jerome;
and a shelter of pines line my footpath,
as we amble and stride and do roam.
Jax - is my faithful companion,
adorable, trustworthy...true;
a canine that I can call buddy,
he's with me in most things that I do.
The road is a thousand feet lower,
like a concrete snake amid trees;
Wood-Chute mountain's enchanting,
as once more, I return, to just see.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
2,000, five hundred feet higher,
it's ten degrees cooler up here;
than the place where I now live
watching the green cacti near.
From where I am, I can't see it,
I'm too far to the north and east;
but the views I do have, are great,
Verde Valley's a high desert feast.
The peaks behind Flagstaff's are lovely,
Eighty-nine A winds her way to Jerome;
and a shelter of pines line my footpath,
as we amble and stride and do roam.
Jax - is my faithful companion,
adorable, trustworthy...true;
a canine that I can call buddy,
he's with me in most things that I do.
The road is a thousand feet lower,
like a concrete snake amid trees;
Wood-Chute mountain's enchanting,
as once more, I return, to just see.
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