Wednesday November 3, 2010 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 3

THE LAND OF ENCHANTMENT
The sky is wide, too big,
To gather into my arms,
Instead it gathers me.

The color is often the bluest blue,
Clouds position themselves into,
Abstract patterns 360 degrees.
Wherever you turn the landscape,
Opens up to you,
And you see,
Something never seen before,

The wind scours the land,
And carries memories,
Of ancient things.

If you listen you might hear,
Voices of people from,
Long years ago.

It is called the land of enchantment,
And it is true,
You will find you are enchanted,
Or mesmerized. A dream
In which to wander.

Mountains rise from the desert floor,
And the sage covers the rolling mesas,
To create the illusion of a vast sea,
And when night falls,
The whole sky is filled with bright stars.

In winter the smell of burning pinion
Fills the air.
As after a rain,
The aroma of the sage makes one heady,

I have come to this place,
Like no other,
I have sunk my roots deep,
And I never cease to be amazed.