It seems like a dream Blue hued mountains Touch, almost blend, Into the azure skies, but These majestic stony creation Along with the Plateus, rolling hills And mesquite and Desert brush and flower filled valleys Of Mother Nature Are so real And enchanting When set against The desert backdrop Of the American Southwest.
Marie-As you know this is my country, the southwest. Don't know what I'd do without its beauty. One day I intend to move to New Mexico. It's truly the land of enchantment, without a doubt. Loved your poem. Hugs Dale