DESERT ODE

DESERT ODE

I am part of the desert,

I feel the heat in my bones.

Sand blowing is a part of me.

Texas Rockets are my skin

shining in purple blossoms.

I hear the cactus wren,

watch the gila woodpecker

and know the Saguaro

is my home—in holes

deep drilled through spines.

Somewhere there is

a cool icing, but for me

lay me down in the sands

and I shall shift

with the winds

flow with monsoons

and change

with each breath we take.

An ode is a praise poem.  What is something you might praise?  Can you try writing your own ode today?  Have fun writing.

There are lots of things in life to praise.  I praise children's poetry.