Impressions

Elizabeth Clarke and David Johnson

Endless miles of scrub and brush

touch my soul with feelings of timelessness.

The sun fades, leaving its last purplish shadows

seeming as imprints on the sand.

The Joshua Tree stands forever, a symbol

of the stubborness of the Western spirit.

Scanning the horizen, a search for the

tumbleweed, a look into the western wanderlust.

An alien landscape, yet a call to the heart,

untouched, unspoiled, the might of America.

West we travel and leave the crowded cities

and their claustrophobia, embracing the vastness.