Red Rock

The spires rise high above the desert

Glowing red as they catch the sun,

The trees cluster on the mountain side

Like flies on a sweet honey bun.

The great bird hoots a haunting cry

Scattering her call over the wind,

The wily fox emerges from his resting hole

As thin as a partridge skinned.

The lonely road enters the dark forest

O'er and around the towering block,

The unsuspecting visitor drives along

On the byway towards Red Rock.

 

 Sedona - Cathedral Rock

Wanderlust in Japan

Cherry blossoms adorned the spring time,
And winter was past it's prime.
The drive was a delight,
The sky was full of light,
And my thoughts were all in a rhyme.

Ancient History filled the young city,
And the crowd was oh so witty.
The springs were hot,
The soup was in the pot,
And I felt like I needed no more pity.

The enchanting garden measured a span,
And the castle was made by a clan.
The shrimp were sweet,
The views were a treat,
And I was wandering around in Japan.