NEW MEXICO SEEN FROM THE TRAIN

Land robed in maroon and yellow

clumped with sagebrush

and casting to endless space...

Close-by the mountains and ridges seem to bestow, 

like a hand raised, some unasked -for blessing...

Here small ducks sail placid ponds ringed  by

little sand mounds, glistening like salt...

And stripped  trees, their white-scalded pitchfork

branches claw a pure blue shell of sky...

Sheep, their heads bowed to grazing, are part of

a sight, a feeling we have all cried for...

A land of timeless majesty enfolding all

within its benevolence.