Land of legend whiskered mountains where the great Saguaro looms Arid sand and prickly cactus climbing bougainvillea blooms.

Indian lore of Desert people Era of the days gone by. Picture rocks that hold and image to relay to you and I.

Hills are filled with gems of turquoise arrow heads and many more. Dutchmens treasure long forsaken.
Saga of the days of yore.

Beauty is the desert sunset orange with a burst of ember captivating mesmerizing radiantly filled with splendor.

Now the moon so brightly shining with a star lit sky. Above not a sound is heard around us not the cooing desert dove.

All at once the wild coyote desert song dog starts to howl and his family of canine have accompanied the prowl with a loud and whining chorus the coyote and their song. Now... I can return to slumber, back to bed, where I belong.