Desert Plains
Wagon wheels,
covered wagons.
Cowboys and Indians,
desert plains.
Tumble weeds,
whirl across the sand.
Cactus decorate,
sunsets of peace.
Western skies,
cloudless.
Dry heat,
bones of ghost buried.
Mirages form,
visions of hope.
Oasis of pleasure,
sin so tempting.
Canteen with,
couple drops left.
Unceasing prayers,
quenching thirst.
by ken snyder