Standing alone beside the desert road She watches us approach, apprehensive We stop and soon the stories begin She walks a few times a week, leaves George at the car while she explores Among the wildflowers and sage In thirty years she's seen the changes Coyotes, lions, deer, even antelope Moving to this side of the valley And then there are the campers Who cast their litter upon the ground Empty their tanks to spoil the earth Chase wild horses on bikes and 4 by 4's Her face twists with frustration What can I do but pick up their trash? We start to go and she waves us on Say Hi to George when you see him And turns back to her beloved land.
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Thank you, Tonya, for posting Leona. It was a splendid day to remember again. I'm a bit dismayed with the photo used here. You're free to use my photos. (Guess I need to ID those, don't I.)