Tuesday, December 28, 2010

The path I walk...

I walk the path less traveled, the wind in my hair and the sand warm beneath my feet.  Sage brush covers the land and Navajo Tea grows all over.  The majestic rocks come out from the sands, and the mesas glow in the setting suns.

This is the land I love, my homeland, though not born to it.  Here I have found belonging, though it can be lonely at times.  It is here I hope to raise my future children, it is here I pray to grow old.  It is here I am home...

~ Traveller Gal, out!

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