I walked in the desert,
For endless miles.
Till my legs really hurt,
Out in the wild.
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Juan, Never been to the painted desert or any of the other places you visited in this poem until now. Now I have been thanks to you and I nearly heard the wind blow in the volanco. Thanks for a wonderful trip through your pen. Your pal Lynn
Right on Juan, great description of some of the most mysterious, wonderful wilderness on the planet. Very good, wish I was there right now!