Breathe they told me, breathe in deep
Take in the mountain air with greed
In this place of magic where spirit and life meet
Your eyes must see and never close for sleep
Pink, Green, Blue, Purple, Brown
A place that sings with life yet makes no sound
With unique and diverse scenery, it will always astound
That sweet mountain stream, music in my ears
The sun with blazing fire shines on the land
The gentle desert rain brings nourishment to plants
A beauty unknown that only ghosts of past understand
Through long years and centuries the mountains did stand
The day answers only to the night's loving call
The wind kisses the tops of the trees, so tall
As the great New Mexican sun begins to sink
The Sandia Mountains welcome a blanket of pink
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The Watermelon Mountains
PoetryI am very passionate about my home. I love it and think that it is the most wonderful place in the world. I wrote this in dedication of the great Sandia Mountains that I love so very much.
