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The red desert has a particularly rich fragrance that calls to me to walk. The rich hues vibrate as I ascend the craggy outcroppings steadily alternating between awe-inspiring views and concentration on my foot placement. The vast Southwestern sky sings a love song to me the sound of which echoes through the canyon walls. This is spirit in matter and it is my home. Hearing the scraping of boots against rock and then the subsequent clunk as the rock falls to the lower balustrade. My mind is sharp, my senses are vivified and I am truly aware.


© Carol Campbell



Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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