In the middle of the Mojave, <br />Is resting an old cross. <br />I have no idea whose it is, <br />My mind is at a loss. <br />It is just there. <br /> <br />I know Someone or something, <br />Is laying underneath. <br />Some desert stones surround it, <br />Sort of like a desert wreath. <br />It is just there. <br /> <br />There's mountains on the east, <br />And mountains to the west. <br />Among the stands of cholla, <br />And the shadows that they cast. <br />It is just there. <br /> <br />Out in the desert, all alone, <br />Peace and quiet reigns. <br />The perfect place to spend forever, <br />Amidst the sandy golden grains. <br />It is just there. <br /> <br />It will be there, when I return, <br />Thats where I want to be. <br />Out in the middle of nowhere, <br />It's calling out to me. <br />I know it's there.<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cross-in-the-desert/
