The Desert... My Home.. (go back »)

The Desert calls my heart,
Tumble weeds rolling across 
The barren desert.
Coyotes howling at the moon.
The sky is filled with a thousand stars,
Falling stars glide across the sky.
Home is calling...
My home is the desert,
No matter wheither or not I have a house there or not..
It will always be my Home..
Home is where the heart is and the Desert is my Home!

In Poetry