A sere and empty land
Huge canyon vistas spotted with juniper and sagebrush
Vast cloudscapes in changing lights
Lizards skittering on washboard roads
The Ancestral Pueblans
(We must not call them Anasazi
A vulgar Navajo word
Meaning ancestor of my enemy)
Toiled in this fierce heat
To carry water, logs, and stone
They left for easier lives
Now ubiquitous “For Sale” signs
Proclaim a new exodus
Stewart McKenzie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/landscape-24-life-in-the-high-desert/
