This poem is about the red mountains in Arizona, and how they made me feel.
As I stood on the rusty colored dirt road,
my eyes were fixated on the scene before me.
Giant rocks, as they formed through the ages,
captured my sight and entranced me.
Their shapes were mountainous, scary,
but they held an alluring beauty.
Under the desert sun, my worries emptied,
and I reflected on my reason for being.
For I am a writer, and the written word is my course,
and bringing worlds to life is my path.