" A Dessert Dream "

Sometimes I dream of a far away land,
of cactus and tumbleweed, sage brush, and sand,
Where prairie dogs play, and the sidewinder lies,
and the dessert , it stretches way out to the sky.
where the air is dry, and the days, are hot,
and the weather is sunny, more often than not.
There I'd build a home, by day,
of adobe bricks, stones, and clay,
and by the light of a silvery moon,
I'd drift off to sleep,
by a coyote's tune.