Member Poem

Dusty roads take me out
   To the furthest reaches -
To places not thought of
   Way off highway stretches -

To the rocky vales where
   A lonely thrasher calls
And scarcely people hear
   His excitable songs -

To where a streamlet flows -
   Whatever it be named -
Where a line of hoodoos
   See the course slowly change -

To the canyon shadows
   I find laudable
To marvel at the rows
   Of piñon for awhile -

To where the earth stands still
   And the sky rejoices
And every glance I steal
   Is bright and faultless.