I find my bearings
Through the compass of my soul.
I look for the sign of the ages
In the ancient Bristlecone pines.
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This poem has opened my eyes and heart up to an area in this country where I have never been- makes me want to visit someday! !
As you know Smoky my dear friend, The great American southwest, and the Mojave is where my soul really is. I find this poem so very beautiful, because no-where else have I found the peace I found in the desert. Thank you for sharing this great piece.
Another great poem about my home state! I'm about ready to get in my truck and go exploring! Where's my fishing pole? Where are my binoculars?