by Ethel Mortenson Davis
The undiscovered land
of the high desert
takes our faces
in her hands
and asks,
“What kind of people
are we?”
“What kind of people
do we want to become?”
She has a way
of changing us
as we walk past
the rocky, dark soils
with giant cedars,
the singular mountain,
white-capped,
and the coyote
moving in his spring dance.
This undiscovered land
takes our faces
in both her hands….
and asks….
and asks….
fourwindowspress 
I think I will print this poem off and pin it on the cork board in my kitchen
David
That’s nice. Thanks. Ethel
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Thank you for that. Ethel
and we whisper the answer…………..
Yes we do. Ethel
No profit in stopping to look at & listen to, then learn from nature–
sad but true facts of life…
Thanks also for this. Ethel
Gave me goosebumps, Ethel – simply exquisite!
Thanks Betty. Ethel
Another stand-out. You seem to be so inspired, and inspiring, at present!
I appreciate your responses. Ethel
Beautiful and powerful poem and also true to my experience, deeply true for humanity.
Thank you Anna Mark.
I love the imploring of the land in this … one can feel that when one is in nature, no matter where. “Please, please, take care of ‘me’.” Beautiful, as always, Ethel.