Poem by John Checketts
Posted on April 08, 2015 by Odell Borg
Arizona On My Mind
Saguaro cacti, purple sage, a mesquite tree
and Zane Grey stories fill my head –
Fastback to childhood and Saturday flicks again –
tickets just a bob!
Eagles soar and wheel across this hot red land,
their distant screams reflect the throbbing
sounds of deerskin drum and native flute, which
echo, spirit-like, hollow in the desert air,
annoy the sleepy rattlesnake, dormant fast
within their safe cool creek-bed lair.
This is Arizona – Been there at last!
John Checketts, 2014
Written After A Trip To The American Southwest