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.